A pale mage standing next to Dylas incoherently suggested a poor idea.
Dylas slapped him with a backhand.
"Byron, you idiot! Have you lost your brain? Flee? Where? If we flee now, the only thing awaiting us is being chased by an angry Dedale later on.
"Do you think Sir Dedale will be killed by that monster?"
Byron's eyes turned towards the crowd spectating the scene and he laughed evilly as he got a rotten idea.
"Sir Dylas, can we lure that monster to those people? If we force them to give us a hand, we can definitely take care of that monster…"
Approval flashed in Dylas' eyes for a moment, but he immediately shook his head.
"Fool, you think our sins aren't heavy enough? Do you want to offend everyone to death? Damn, if this matter had gone right, it wouldn't have mattered if we offended them, as they definitely wouldn't dare to retaliate.
"But we already failed! Do you understand what that means?
