Capítulo 76: Old Friends

After about another thirty minutes or so, the group of three finally seemed to have reached their destination.

Among the three of them, Oliver was panting heavily as sweat and dried blood caked the back of his robe. When he noticed this, Oliver instantly dropped the thing that was on his back to the ground as he rushed to a nearby river to wash some of the blood off before it set in to his robe permanently.

Only the gods knew how angry the maid who had to clean his robe would be once he returned it with dried blood.

The other individual who'd spoken to Oliver earlier followed after him with a jovial expression on his face. He didn't want to miss out on watching Oliver's desperate attempts at trying to wash off the dried up blood from his robe.

As the two walked off towards the river, the last of the three individuals only stood calmly as they gazed at the direction their companions had went towards.