A few burning torches illuminated the dim room.
In the hall, several men were seated.
The man at the head of the table was sitting with a bold and confident swagger.
Even though the autumn night was getting colder, the man was still bare-chested, revealing his strong muscles.
On the man's chest, there was a dark red brand.
It resembled a triangular bridle, with a human head hanging upside down.
"Have you seen Rebecca?" The man's voice was as grating as sandpaper.
The scout replied promptly, "Indeed, I saw a woman being escorted down from the carriage. Judging from the tight security, it should be Lady Rebecca, the City Lord's wife."
"Hahaha!!!" The man burst out laughing and continued, "Let the brothers rest well tonight. Be sharp when you step onto the battlefield tomorrow. If we take down this team, the money we get will be enough for you all to live lavishly for the rest of your lives."
"Yes, big brother." The scout promptly retreated.
Relaying the boss's words.
