Veron arrived at a recently abandoned camp. There were corpses and meat of demon beasts, and some other disgusting things.
"Elf, I think you're lost in the forest, aren't you?", a cold pig-like voice resounded. He was Harruga, followed by 14 of his other henchmen.
They drew out their cold weapons, ready to butcher this elf in front of them.
'15 of them, and one at the enlightenment realm.', Veron scoffed. Only a radiant knight, the peak of the knighthood realm, could threaten him.
Such a low realm was comparable only to a master wizard and Veron had long surpassed that.
"Save me the trouble and tell me who your client is. If I'm in the mood, I might spare your lives as well.", he threatened.
The greenhorns mocked him and laughed at his joke.
"This guy is funny! Kill him!", Harruga ordered.
Veron narrowed his eyes, 'Then so be it! Quivering Wave!'
