Chapitre 373: Thoughts of An Old Mentor

"Nope!"

As the three men tried to enter through the front door, lured in by the scent of the fresh cooking, they were denied by Treyna, who adamantly held a hand out in front of them with furrowed eyebrows.

"Huh?" All three men let out in unison.

"You all reek! Go clean up first then you can eat dinner! I don't want you tracking goblins, orc, or whatever blood in here again–! I'm the one that has to clean it up!" Treyna demanded, folding her arms over her chest.

Begrudgingly and tiredly, all three of them had to oblige to Treyna's demands–Julius feared the wrath of his wife, Emilio respected his mother, and Everett feared being kicked out from the household.

"Brrrr!"

Everett shuddered, standing in the grass at the side of the house as Emilio dumped a bucket of cold water over the top of his head for a quick wash.

"Man, I thought ya warmed it up!" Everett said, hugging himself as he was in nothing but boxers.