In the drizzling rain, ten people were seen half running through the forest. One of them was a girl with blue hair. She walked in the front row among the men in gold and white armor.
"How far do you think we need to go?" One of the armored hunters complained to his partner. His lips seemed to be wrinkled from the cold night.
"Who knows? Far enough to leave us cold in the rain," another colleague chimed in.
"What are we saving monsters for?"
"Shut up, don't complain too much. If the white-haired man hears about it, we can be reported to the leader."
The man clicked his tongue. After that, they kept their mouths shut again.
Isaac who was listening to the whispers of their conversation didn't respond. He didn't like them, the members of the Golden Dragon, their nature was far different from Ling Tian. He even didn't want to take them on the homunculus 'rescue' mission.
