"… said my boss."
Those were the words Ismael heard before the ropes around his hands and feet came loose. The next thing he knew, the armored knight dragged him out rudely, but he was too stunned to even wonder who was this person, and what they wanted from him.
To add more to this shock, the second Ismael was dragged out of the carriage, he looked around the dark rocky road only to realize there weren't hundreds of people who ambushed them.
Just one. This one.
His dilated and shaking eyes shifted to the armored knight, slacked jaw.
"Who… are you?" he blurted out under his breath, even before he could realize how stupid his question was. Much to his dismay, the armored knight replied.
"Conan," said Conan while looking at him with knowing eyes and showing him a thumbs up. "A recruit under the crown prince."
'A spy?' Ismael furrowed his brows before he glanced at the dead soldiers scattered around.
