After a few minutes passed, a lone voice among the crowd spoke up, almost hesitantly, "Turtevekesia."
"Tsk! Turtevekesia, huh?" Bain clicked his tongue, annoyed by the fact he just got hold of.
Although he doesn't pursue any further on the man who gave the information to him, he does remember the face just in case. He had a lot of questions to ask afterwards.
Right now, catching the Ferrons before they slip past the border was their top priority.
He doesn't want to face another failure.
His underperformance during the war had done enough damage to his reputation.
In a short amount of time, a pursuit team was formed to hunt the Ferrons.
In the courtyard of the mansion, soldiers assembled. Torches flickered, casting elongated shadows on the faces of the men who would be embarking on this mission.
