The team was startled at Emeros's words.
"Master. You seem to be looking far ahead into the future. We are slaves and never dreamed of being swordsmen. It was too impossible!" Don smiled.
"We leave the decisions to you, young master." Philip also added.
Don and Serena both nodded to agree.
"Good! For now, gather up all the corpses, and let's retreat back to that place near our area. We will absorb the bodies of these imps and burn or bury the remains!" Emeros ordered as the group moved.
They piled all the corpses on the five wheelbarrows that they had. It was with these wheelbarrows that they hid their weapon and armor using dirt.
As the group moved back, the discussion naturally went with the jobs they had.
"Well, I only have one arm. So unless I have an advantage in magic, I will most likely be a swordsman." Wesret bitterly sighed.
