Bab 57: LVII. Beautiful Girl

"Brother Sha, off you go. Since you've never mentioned your hometown, I'll keep your share of the money. Safe travels."

Rein believed Morison was definitely dead. It had been a long time since the signal was sent with no response.

Although the man had perished, it wasn't a big deal. Zahak had at least been worn out a bit. If he dared to come back here, he and Ox would surely make him regret it.

One thousand and two hundred Golden Dragons, one less person to share with, take off!

Rein still cautiously watched his surroundings.

Meanwhile, Ox had set down his weapons a while ago.

"Good fortune in our favor again today."

With Zahak's sword in hand, Morison appeared leisurely on the road, the sword exceedingly striking, emitting a continuous flow of blood-red mist from its sheath.

Rein turned his head, staring at Morison as if he'd seen a ghost, then was immediately shocked by the sword in his hand.

"Zahak... is already..."