"Captain Hakuto, now Lord Belard is going to have issues with us."
Along the mountain path, fifty mercenaries advanced slowly.
"We're from the White Maple Mercenary Corps, not Belard's private property. He's just our employer, not the head of the Mercenary Corps." Hakuto looked around carelessly.
"What should we do now?" A slightly younger soldier haphazardly slashed at the long-leaf grass on the ground with his short sword.
"Let's look around. I just feel something's off." Pushing aside the bushes in front of him, Hakuto turned to the people behind him and said, "Cléante isn't someone so unreliable, our Be..."
"Captain, watch out!"
A flash of cold light appeared at the corner of Hakuto's eye. He immediately retreated, and the long spear narrowly grazed his lips.
Hakuto staggered back two or three steps, his body falling back onto a companion, his mouth and nose covered as blood seeped through his fingers.
