The roadway cleaved through the farms on both sides, flanked by walls of trees, rendering a pleasant shade and gust. With abundant fruit trees in the vicinity, the travelers could pause and relish in the fruity delicacies.
Yet, the serene beauty was often disturbed by a few screams and subsequent bloodbaths. Attackers came to kill Sylvester from time to time, but to no avail, as Sylvester had grown much stronger.
But the fateful meetings with the gentlemen who gave their necks as offerings turned out to be fruitful, as Sylvester found out his bounty had been increased.
"One million Gold Graces? Someone has too much money." Sylvester mumbled after finding a small piece of paper from one of his victims.
"This indicates that S-ranked assassins may begin to pursue you, Lord Bard," Sir Dolorem reminded him in a worrying tone. "While you have grown powerful, you cannot defeat them if multiple S-ranked groups decide to converge on you."
