�Pendrick, can you send the other Elves out? You can stay. I want to chat in peace.�

�Yes sir. I understand.�

Pendrick motioned to the guards, who soon exited the room. Cale was looking at the bloodied man while Pendrick did that.

He had been with the tamer and the magic spearman. This swordsman had seemed pretty talented for his age.

�Do you know his name?�

�No, he has not said anything.�

Pendrick mumbled as he answered. Cale found it odd that a healer like Pendrick could calmly stand in this prison as he turned his gaze back to the middle-aged swordsman.

It was at that moment.

�Kehehehe.�

The swordsman suddenly started to laugh. It was a fairly creepy laughter. However, Cale looked toward him and spoke with indifference.

�I�m glad that you are not pretending to be asleep.�

Beacrox chimed in at that moment.

�His name is Balbud.�

Balbud, the middle-aged swordsman, instantly stopped laughing.

Cale turned toward Beacrox and flinched. Beacrox had put on a new pair of white gloves at some point and was holding a sharp dagger in his hand. Beacrox misunderstood Cale�s shocked expression and explained himself.

�That was what the magic spearman called him during the battle. He seems to have been responsible for protecting the tamer. However, based on how similar his name is to the tamer�s name, he just seems like a dispensable tool.�

�Kehehe, he!�

The swordsman started to laugh as soon as Beacrox finished speaking. However, he still did not say anything. Cale�s voice reached the swordsman, Balbud, who was looking down at the ground.

�You�re not going to say anything?�

However, Balbud started to speak, contrary to Cale�s expectations.

�Just��

Balbud slowly raised his head. He didn�t care about the Elves. However, he was curious about these people. They still had those masks and annoying fake uniforms on, as if they were making fun of him.

�Just who the hell are you? Who dares to go against us?!�

Balbud started to grind his teeth. JrNovels.com