The drizzle gradually stopped.
The ground became even flatter.
Returning to Bay Village once more, Adams' heart was filled with indescribable apprehension, a far cry from his ambitious departure.
Personal Guard Captain Melun, seeing his master so worried, couldn't help but let out a soft, somewhat malicious chuckle:
"Is there really a need to worry so much? Surely the Lord of Bay Village wouldn't mind their numbers, right?"
Adams gave him a sour look and vigorously rubbed his tense cheeks, trying to squeeze out a smile before saying, resignedly:
"Don't you understand? Serving My Lord and completing the task is a must, and additional contributions are worthy of reward, but if we bring trouble... that's another story."
Leon, who was leading the way ahead, caught Adams' intentional or unintentional discussion; he was using his peripheral vision to size up those sturdy, tall figures.
Barbarian Tribe!
More accurately, they were Barbarian Slaves!
