"Kvada! He called this a 'safe and secret' location! Dang it, Kvada! We shouldn't have trusted him; this untrustworthy undead." Negris grumbled angrily inside Ange's soul.
Ange tilted his head, sweeping his gaze around. There were probably about twenty Paladins with a commander who ranked at about Level 8, roughly as strong as the Made Team they had encountered before.
However, these Paladins didn't seem as well-off as the Made Team. Their armor was old and damaged with some rusty spots. The patches of leather on collars and joints were frayed, and their weapons were in poor condition with many chips on the blades.
Feirick kept his calm; he manifested his physical form, knelt down, and took out five demon crystals. "I believe in the Light. Here's my tax!"
Negris was taken aback. Why did this scene feel so familiar?
