Southwest of Eira Port, Dahab.
In the mansion of Piercer Rauf, a middle-aged man, draped in a tattered white robe and barefoot, was smiling as he bade farewell to the host of the place.
Rauf's expression was somewhat grim: "Master Shemir, I'm about to campaign against the heretics, do you really want to leave at this time?"
The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hospitality and assistance, Lord Rauf, but I've already helped you tame a batch of Scorpion-tailed Lions, so we don't owe each other."
Zane, standing beside Rauf, spoke up: "Master, Scorpion-tailed Lions alone can't defeat that Frankish Lord. He has an evil witch serving under him."
The man known as "Shemir" looked sharply: "With Demon-Blocking Gold and Scorpion-tailed Lions, even if the offensive is lacking, it's enough to hold onto your territory."
