"...Your corpses will turn into demon shit by the end of the day!"
Robin's words fell like a bomb over everyone's heads. It didn't matter if they were the marshals and imperial guards or even Caesar and the other three companions. All of them looked at Robin with raised eyebrows, trying to process what had just been said. Even Hulak let out a faint whistle, sitting up straighter in his seat, clearly excited.
Would a battle take place today? Most likely, yes. Every person present knew this without exception. But this did not diminish the weight of Robin's words... He was threatening them in their own stronghold, surrounded by an elite force of their best men, while he had only four individuals with him!
"You..." Pythor stood slowly, disbelief and astonishment evident on his face. "What did you just say?"
