Seeing that the silhouette remained silent, the older guard yelled with authority again, "This is the respectable carriage of the Deathbringer Mercenary Squad. I repeat, who are you?!"
Leon sighed, his soft exhalation reverberating in the silent night air. The older guard, hearing the sigh, frowned deeply. To him, such a sigh spelled trouble; the other party clearly didn't hold the mercenaries in high regard. That was a red flag.
His grip on the hilt of his weapon tightened at the thought of the other party making things difficult for them.
"Do you have any idea who we are?! Our mercenary group, the Deathbringer Mercenary Squad, is the top squad of this region! Don't try anything funny lest you attract the ire of Lord Deathbringer!" the older frontal guard said coldly, issuing his warning with a hint of pride.
