"Yo!…"
Someone waved at Rosch through the hole that was still dripping with blood.
Well, Rosch didn't know what to say, especially when seeing the amount of blood splattered around his area. And what was that on the ground?
A heart, the size of a newborn baby?
Rosch looked around, and realized there were quite a few new people surrounding him, all with amiable expressions.
The always relaxed, playful and troublemaker, Ghall Rento, was the first to speak up.
"Hey, buddy… we didn't mean to scare you just now." As Rento spoke, he scratched his head with guilt. "We've been chasing this bastard boar for a while now, and didn't mean to let it go through the path. It's been giving us trouble these days, attacking our members at will."
Lester rolled his head and smacked the back of Rento's head. Is this the time to start talking about such matters?
