Garen looked over at the lady, the two seemed to be a married couple. She was worriedly staring at the claws wrapped tightly around the baldie's neck, trying to not move even a single inch.
The two were only mercenaries trained by the military. Their abilities with firearms were definitely exceptional and their reaction speed was quick as well, but compared to a real Grandmaster of Combat, they would be defeated instantly.
The same could be said if they were to fight against the monstrous beings in the town.
The two were just average humans, and as the baldie said himself, they were just hired mercenaries.
However, Garen's objective was not that simple.
He carefully looked through the pockets of the baldie, swiftly ripping out a small black wooden cross from his robes.
The moment he made contact with that cross, a cooling aura flowed through his arm, and a sparkle blinked to life in his eyes.
"Where did you get this thing?"
