Tyron was on the verge of crying as he wished to strangle the previous three men that had proclaimed to him that someone was provoking their Ravenoid Clan.
If only he wasn't impulsive and would actually fact-check their target's identity, then he wouldn't be kissing his forehead on the sand, pleading for mercy.
What was even more terrifying was that if Griselda was not satisfied with ending the incident with him alone, then Tyron feared for his life in the real world as well.
The profits that their Ravenoid Clan and their backer, Poisonaire Guild earn daily was not a small amount. So when all their earnings become zero because of his action, then all those members would be headless chickens if they didn't chop him to death.
"Please Goddess Griselda, I'm the only one at fault and not the Ravenoid Clan nor its backer," Tyron begged continuously, to the point that mucus was beginning to pop out from his nose.
