"Master!"
This time, it was not just the haughty muscular man. Every single one of the bandits cried out in unison, their expressions warped in horror.
None of them had expected the bearded Overlord to suddenly bow his head towards a group of what they had originally considered mere prey.
The haughty muscular man rushed forward and fell to his knees beside the bearded Overlord. "Master, please get up! Even if you are willing to put down your pride, you have to think about the prestige of the Frost Guards! What will the guys think if they see you like this?!"
In response, the bearded Overlord only shook his head with closed eyes. "Pride? Prestige? That day we left, I have already put it all behind me. Now, all I care about is to take revenge for the brothers who have fallen!"
"This..." the haughty muscular man was stumped.
The rest of the bandits similarly fell silent as they heard that, not knowing how to respond to those words.
