Cale made up his mind.

�Let�s pretend not to know anything and just be civil.�

However, that feeling did not seem to be shared by the other party.

�I will not be t, tricked!�

The blonde man went over and hugged the blonde sword master while staring at Cale�s group, specifically, Ron. However, his innocent eyes that looked like one of a young horse that was drench in the rain, just seemed pitiful rather than intimidating.

�I am not sure what you are talking about. We are not tricking you about anything. We just happen to be passing by.�

Ron, who had his usual smile as he slowly approached the blonde man, seemed like the typical villain to Cale.

�D, don�t come here!�

The blonde man seemed to be unable to hear anything as he picked up the woman and slowly started to move backward.

�Ugh.�

�Ah!�

The unconscious woman let out a moan. The blonde man stopped moving backward and quickly put the woman back down onto the ground.

The gaze of the man who was looking over the woman seemed to be full of anger and resentment as he started to shout.

�You evil beings! First you throw dead mana bombs, and now you�ve even contacted a necromancer?�

�Hmm? He seems to have the wrong idea.�

Cale realized that this person, whom he suspected to be the Saint, had the wrong idea.

Tap. Tap.

Cale lowered his head after On tapped on his arm to see On looking at him with a gaze that seemed to be asking if they needed to take care of this.

�Don�t we need to take care of this?�

�No, not yet.�

However, Cale shook his head.

His intuition was telling him to hold on.

Usually in these situations, the side with the wrong idea tended to spew out useful information.

Furthermore, there was something that he needed to figure out. JrNovels.com