"I must ask, how does one forget such an important part of the job, huh, Elder White Fang?" Lord Acheon inquired with a mocking smile.
Currently, they stood in the midst of over a hundred individuals, with weapons pointed at them. These individuals were all dressed in armored uniforms of black with a tinge of purple.
"When one grows old, a short term memory is something that comes with it. Hehe… I think I forgot." Great Elder White Fang laughed heartily, ignoring the weapons pointed at him. There were swords, spears, nocked bows, hammers, daggers, and several weapons aimed at them and yet, they didn't seem to care.
"Shut the hell up and state your business here!" One of the uniformed warriors yelled at Great Elder White Fang.
"This isn't necessary. Put down the weapons so we can discuss things like normal civilised people." Lord Acheon pleaded with them but the voice of the lady in the group of four soon overshadowed his own voice.
