A crowd of Eastern Highlanders and Chameleons had already gathered. In this place, the strongest was recognized as the boss, and Aurora Sinclair had already won the respect of many of the Eastern Highlanders.
The four captains clutched their chests, forced to swallow their defiance.
"Since you two went out, do you have any news of the Lord?" the bald, one-eyed man challenged again, his face grim.
Alvin Morgan replied in a hoarse voice, "Aurora and I heard something from the Skull Gang. The White Bear Mercenary Corps has put a price on the Lord's head."
"Impossible! The leader of the White Bears is a friend of the Lord! It has to be the Black Wolves..." the bald, one-eyed man roared, his neck swelling with rage, as if Alvin Morgan had said something utterly treasonous.
Alvin Morgan chuckled, pulling two bounty notices from the black market out of his pocket and unfolding them for everyone to see.
