"D-damn it!! Hurry up and kill those brats!"
A D-rank knight in Baron Loui's service screamed at the top of his lungs.
Casting his eyes downward, he beheld the lifeless forms of his eleven fallen colleagues, six of them being all low D-ranks like himself, and five low E-ranks, most of whom were decapacitated.
As some of the proudest members of the Loui's knights, they had boasted about their strength, yet they met their demise helplessly within a matter of minutes.
In the distance he saw the regular soldiers get helplessly slaughtered one by one.
[Damn it!! Who are these brats?!]
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Moments before Cain joined up with Henry*
Two soldiers stood guard at the entrance of Loui's compound, each armed with a spear.
Positioned inside the gate was an archer tower, with four soldiers stationed in it.
"Lord Garfield is really becoming famous huh? Did you see the gold carriages?! Even if I work all my life without spending my income, I could never afford that."