"Losa!"
From afar, Otto was waving at him from across the review grounds.
In the city.
The former guild members, upon hearing that their leader had paid a visit to the new Lord last night, had become active once again.
In a woodworking shop.
Landon, who was busy hooping wooden barrels, suddenly heard a loud crash.
The door of his workshop was smashed open.
A group of guild members barged into the workshop boldly, and the leader kicked over a cabinet filled with wooden wine cups, and stomped on it with a vicious smile.
"Landon, you owe this month's interest, it's time to pay up."
Landon picked up the hand axe beside him, his voice trembling: "Business has been bad lately. I've stopped working for a long time, and I've already paid back what I owe, even threefold."
The leader of the guild members sneered: "I'm talking about the interest, didn't you hear me?"
A centipede-like scar twisted hideously on his face, making his smile seem to writhe.
His name was Hardy.
