บท 722: Muddled Memories

"Where are the rest of you guys?"

Oslo looked at the two men who came to meet him at the designated rendezvous point. His aura told the two men Oslo wasn't happy with their performance.

The two men were severely battered and in terrible shape. It was apparent that something had happened to them.

Yet, Oslo didn't care about their well-being because that was not his job. His duty was to deal a heavy blow to White Raven team members as a warning.

Oslo belonged to Demonmir's faction. He was sent here by Nico Chains, the condor-owning demon beast tamer to oversee the Escalon guild's activities. The beast tamer didn't completely trust the Escalon guild. So he had sent one of his men to handle the situation on-site.

Oslo was a man of medium height and build. His age couldn't be discerned because he was wearing an iron mask. His choice of clothes was odd– plate armor over loose-fitting clothes with tacky colors. His iron mask gave him a mysterious vibe.