*DANG*
Benedict blocked Angele’s slash with the black enchanted item he had and leaped backward.
Standing several meters away from each other, they stopped fighting.
“Monkeys are fast,” Angele said in a light tone.
“Musclehead…” Benedict wiped the dust off his robe. “Since we both recovered, there is no point to stay here anymore.”
“True.” Angele nodded.
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It took them awhile to travel back to the logging site.
Angele and Benedict came up with the conclusion that there was no point for them to die for the people that were not even directly related to the Wizard organizations and got to know each other on their way back.
