Bab 111: An Archmage Forging Iron

Marko's face was as white as sheet of paper from fear as he watched the pestilence leave the Thousand Leaves Bar; he felt cold on his back as if he had just been soaked in water. Only when the footsteps finally faded away did he take in a long breath, and stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. For a while, he felt all energy sapped from his body as he sat weakly on the ground.

"Phew…" At the same time, the group of adventurers from the Ruby Moon Mercenary Corps heaved a sigh of relief as well; the expressions on their faces were as if a heavy load had been lifted off their shoulders. For them, it was like having survived a holocaust.

Just as everyone rejoiced, the door of the Thousand Leaves Bar was pushed open.

Then, the group of adventurers saw the long-legged beauty dash in and give Marko a kick in the face with her boots.

"Who told you to be vulgar, shameless!"