"Did those damn knights come to raid us again?"
"Looks like we'll have to relocate our hideout."
In the dark and damp cave, the dim candlelight flickered, and Spark's expression was solemn.
After several days of being hunted and blocked by the Carter Duchy's army, the slave laborers he brought out from the Valir Mines had suffered heavy casualties, with hundreds of them permanently left there.
"They... were too powerful," Nick said, lowering his head, his expression bleak.
His friend from the mines had died in the battle. The army sent by the duchy was terrifyingly strong. Nearly a hundred slave laborers who stayed behind were slaughtered by the heavy armored knight known as "Katte's Eagle." The bloody scene was unforgettable to him.
"They were professionals."
"We can't keep doing this. The gap between us and those with extraordinary strength is just too huge."
Spark spread out a sheepskin map and said this.
