�We will get all of you without missing a single one.�

Cruel things were coming out of the old man�s mouth.

However, what concerned Atures was not that.

�When night comes, �we,� will-�

We.

That word was concerning to Atures.

No, it was making him anxious.

��Us?�

That question came out of his mouth and got a gentle response back.

�Fifteen years, that was not time for just all of you.�

Atures�s back became cold as he subconsciously opened his mouth to shout. However, he did not have a chance to say anything.

�Ron Molan!�

Ron turned his head.

There were people charging toward them with veins visible on their faces.

They were, of course, the Mercenaries Guild�s core members.

Leader Crock�s mind was an emotional rollercoaster as he charged toward Ron.

�Long time no see, little kid.�

Crock started to frown after hearing what Ron said to him.

He was the leader of the core members now, however, sixteen years ago, he was just a child lamenting each day in a back alley.

There was someone who had taught that boy how to use a sword.

�Long time.�

Crock could see Beacrox motion at him with his head.

This was someone whom he had learned with for a year.

Crock clenched onto his hand that was holding his greatsword. JrNovels.com