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"Uncle Klay, where did you hire these four stubborn fools from? Do you really have the heart to drag them to their grave with us?" Gaven sighed again. It was rare to see such sincere mercenaries; it would be a pity to see them fall here.
"You just heard them, they've already taken the money," Klay said, knowing full well they wouldn't escape fate. Naturally, he wouldn't kindly reveal their true origins to Gaven. Hmph, even if he were to die, he'd still dig a pitfall for that arrogant man. Did he really think the Rocklands were his backyard, to do with as he pleased? There will come a day when he'll encounter arms and legs too thick to chop through.
The fleeting, mischievous smile on Klay's face set off alarms in Gaven's mind, causing him to take another look at the four armored guards, ultimately landing on the badge on their chests. He couldn't help but gasp.
It was a blazing red crow, wings outspread in flight.
