As Julia advanced, the news spread quickly, like a drop of scalding oil abruptly plunging into the seemingly calm hot soup of Feiyan City.
Adventurer Guild.
A few adventurers who had just returned from the border sat around a table, speaking in low, grave tones.
Their voices were hushed, yet the fragmented, bloody words like "Ramding," "Nobles," "Ambush," "Skinning," "No guts left" seeped into the ears of those around, like cold venomous snakes through the gaps in the noisy air.
Soon, the entire hall fell silent, broken only by the crackling of the fireplace.
An old adventurer with a scarred face suddenly slammed the table, causing the cups to leap, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Damn those Ramding bastards! My brother... not even a complete corpse left! All for that bottle of water!"
This cry of rage was like a starting gun. Repressed anger and incredulous sorrow erupted instantaneously, curses, table slams, and the sound of shattering glasses resounded in unison.
