"Now, I have become the Vice-Leader!" The Tiger Man Warrior has spent the past few years observing the human kingdoms, and immediately brightened at the understanding that this High Priest did not seem to have any ill intentions toward him. "Our Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps has five hundred people! Look at my armor, isn't it fantastic! This sort of armor in our kingdom..."
"That's enough, Taige. In the presence of a Feilengcui Warrior, there is no need to boast about your military exploits." Raccoon Priest Remel laughed as he patted the silver box that was set by the Panda Warrior at his feet, "Do you know what kind of armor this is?"
"Do you know what this weapon is?" Fat Luo also came over, stabbing a golden, short-blade into the wooden table. The wide blade shimmered in the cold, bloody light, with a wave pattern in motion.
It was a short-blade to Fat Luo, but a one-edged knife was considered a short-blade to him.
