The smaller one had a hood as he slowly walked past the entrance, while the big one awkwardly scratched his head, and said with a bow to Ainz.
"Young master. I don't think you should have done that, now the guards must have been scared shitless."
Ainz slowly nodded, and didn't say anything. Trevour bowed, as he wiped off the bead of sweat on his forehead, and went ahead with his duty.
The guards looked at each other and whispered, as they tried to take out the coin that had embedded itself on the wall.
"Greg, I think we should quit being guards, and go start a farm."
"I agree, I almost lost my neck today, if we had offended someone with an even worse temper. I bet i would have been with my ancestors today."
The guard nodded, there were still traces of blood bleeding out from his neck, but he was showing a happy expression instead.
To him this was the best decision he had ever made in his life.
