In less than ten breaths, young people, carrying flame brooches on the chest of their red clothes, appeared at the doorstep of the shop. The guards appointed by Fat Moe could not stand against them. A red corridor formed between the shop and the crowd.
"Lord Kasper has come!"
The young man on the doorstep shouted. His voice was so loud that the showcase could not stop shaking. But this was nothing when compared to what was about to be heard.
"Damn your Lord Kasper! If you speak up once more, I will snatch your tongue from its base!"
Grumpy Hanry scolded the young man for making noise so harshly that the crowd had to retreat ten steps. Reacting angrily that his disciple would be hurt, Master Henry was unaware that he was doing this.
"Sorry for the act of my subordinate, Master Hanry. I will inflict punishment on him!"
