"I just want to go home. Don't bother me and my family, and I won't."
Abel sauntered off without looking back. Confidence shrouded his figure, stopping a few steps from the knights where he would take his leave.
The knights held their swords with trembling hands, staring at Abel for a second. In the end, their swords lowered, and they stepped aside, making way for him.
Abel said nothing as he resumed his steps, walking past the knights without a word.
Meanwhile, London kept his eyes on Abel's retreating back and sighed. He glanced over his shoulder to see the reaction of the captain. The latter was still frowning, bearing this grim expression. However, the captain didn't do anything.
'I'm guessing that's all they need to understand the situation,' thought London, setting his eyes back in the direction Abel was taking. 'Well… no matter how stubborn they were, against that man, it would end in a minute time frame.'
