"In the past, they were busy every single day, unwilling to visit Broken Sword Peak even once in hundreds of years."
"What is going on today? One comes to plant vegetables, another comes to catch fish, and another comes to cry at a grave..."
Sylra sulked for a moment before suddenly realizing. "So that's how it is..."
"These bastards aren't coming for me. They're coming for Taryn and that Aya..."
"Heh, truly a bunch of old foxes who never rise early without a profit."
Sylra narrowed his eyes and pondered briefly, a sinister smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
He unhurriedly turned around and walked out of the woods with his hands behind his back.
Outside the woods, Loris, Blake, and Aerin stood together. Meanwhile, Nerin, Lorin, and Torin stood on the other side.
All six people had their heads lowered, looking eagerly at Sylra like children who had done something wrong.
Sylra stood before them with his hands behind his back, smiling with deep interest.
