"Awooo~~"
The wyvern circled and landed, while Singo dragged the corpse of the half-giant with one hand.
He immediately saw the two people at the end of the line: they wore red and black tuxedos, their skin deathly pale, and one of them carried a wooden coffin on his back.
Their identity was obvious—members of "Nocturne," vampire players.
So, Singo tentatively asked.
"Rogue Beast?"
"Yo? Isn't this Xin Dog?"
The man turned around, revealing a familiar cheeky face that made one want to punch him.
Indeed, this was one of the leaders of the Nocturne Troop, famous for his outrageous antics, Swashbuckler.
And the poor newbie carrying the coffin beside him was lured into Nocturne by him, the Wolf of the Dark Night.
"Tsk, you guys are fast, huh?"
"Same to you."
Swashbuckler poked his head out, eyeing the massive corpse bag Singo was dragging with drool almost dripping from his mouth.
