Bolingtone, Loga town~
Bryant and his men were sneaking forward through the dark. His spy found moves in an isolated mine.
"There are people inside!" Bryant's dark eyes blazed out a tinted light as he saw the alive hung lantern.
"Should we catch them all?"
Bryant sighed heavily. The person who was leading these fugitives seemed to be a ghost.
"Just keep them alive to achieve words."
They covered their mouths and slithered down to the mine, sheltering behind the dark rocks, the snow was lazily flying down and a faint gust was playing with it.
They entered one after another, swinging like wraiths, and heard some loud noises, Bryant halted! What the agony was it?
Moving further, he scanned his viewpoint, three guards were watching five coops. Damn! Baby imps! These people were cultivating them like plants and would let them be harvested when they were adults!
