Lancelot stared at the several demons blocking his path, momentarily at a loss for words. Just moments ago, Bruto had praised the usefulness of the title 'Lord of Withering', and now here they were, being robbed in the middle of Mogrondale City.
"Gold, gemstones, anything valuable out! Otherwise, we'll beat you up!"
The leading brute threatened everyone. There were five demons in front of them, and from several other directions, two or three more demons were emerging from the shadows, subtly surrounding the group.
"Huh? Are you joking?" Bruto exclaimed in surprise and alarm, "Do you know who this knight is? He is..."
"Doesn't matter who it is!" the impatient demon interrupted the dwarf, "You've entered the territory of the Iron Fist Gang, and you'll have to pay a toll!"
"And if we don't pay?" the dwarf stood his ground and replied, "Looking for a fight? I'm not afraid of you!"
