Bab 621: Saint Monastery (II)

The trio turned around the corner and spotted a dozen men who looked like mercenaries wielding their swords and confronting one another. Rather than saying it was a confrontation, it looked more like a group of mercenaries surrounding six to seven bloodied mercenaries in the middle. The mercenaries in the middle leaned against one another's back and gritted their teeth as they stared at the other party. A young man in his teens and clad in noble attire was protected them.

"Morris! You bastard!"

One of the burly mercenaries trapped in the middle yelled at a man dressed like a Thief in the encirclement and the latter laughed grimly while hiding behind another mercenary. He fiddled with the nifty dagger in his hand and gazed at the burly man in disdain.

"You can't say that, Leader. I've my difficulties too."

Pah!