Meanwhile, Colin walked forward at an unhurried pace, with Bill beside him and the three squad members following silently behind.
Colin looked calm, but his heart was trembling slightly. He had no choice—this was the first time in twelve years since crossing over that he had encountered living adventurers in the wilderness, and they were very likely a gang of vicious men who killed without batting an eye.
Still, Colin kept both hands on his sword. At the first sign of trouble from behind, he would be ready to respond.
After walking calmly for a short distance, Colin quietly said to Bill, "Bill, turn around and see if you can still spot them."
Bill slightly turned his head for a glance, let out a breath, and said, "I can't see them anymore." He was in even worse shape than Colin, already drenched in sweat.
As for the other three squad members, there was no need to mention them. They were like quails. It was everyone's first time encountering living adventurers in the wilderness, after all.
"Those people wanted to kill us just now." Colin let out a breath, his tone utterly certain.
"I know. If you hadn't said the teacher was behind us, they would have acted. And they said the mountain was their camp, so there might be a large force there. If a conflict broke out, we'd definitely die here." Bill still looked shaken, then cursed, "Damn Lyon. To show off his authority, he sent us on this pointless reconnaissance mission."
Colin nodded. He would put this debt on the tab for now and repay it tenfold when he had the chance.
Then, stroking his chin as he stepped over a rotten log lying across the mountain path, Colin said, "But even adventurers wouldn't want to kill us