บท 168: The Tragic End of Weaklings

The two hands that stretched out from the dark alley cupped around their mouths with a strength so great it was impossible to resist it.

With flashes of the firelight, the patrol unit consisting of at least a dozen men hurried past the street.

The shouts sounded and faded repeatedly.

Thales and Ramon struggled as if their lives depended on it, but with few light taps on their necks, the stranger disabled their strength to even open their mouths.

Ramon widened his eyes and eventually discerned the man before them under the dim moonlight—Black Sword, who had been covering their escape.

The pale-faced man had his hands cupped over their mouths, pressing them against the wall of the alleyway until the patrols left.

Thales sighed sadly in his heart.

"Quick!" Black Sword released them and said weakly, "Asda is right behind us."

A feeling of anxiety grew within Thales.