Miken, the cave where Gawain had once been.
After Wenren Sheng entered the Silver-White Palace and found the Clown, he had the Red Ants remain on standby.
So Gawain returned.
He had not broken his promise.
The cave had already been cleaned up. Beds had been set up, separated by canvas partitions.
The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled had all been arranged on the beds to rest.
Strong men stood guard with guns.
Everything had been arranged in perfect order.
"Prophet, you've finally returned!" The Town Chief was overjoyed and gave him a hearty embrace.
"Yes, you truly didn't abandon us." Everyone rejoiced.
"Did you catch that Clown?" someone suddenly asked.
"Sorry, the Clown is hiding too well. It will take some more time, but we have already found his trail. I believe he won't remain at large for long," Gawain said apologetically.
"It's nothing. Those are matters for important people to worry about. As long as we can stay alive, that's enough," the Town Chief quickly reassured him.
Though he hated the Clown just as deeply, he understood better what needed to be done now.
"Prophet, what should we do now?" someone asked eagerly.
During the days Gawain had been gone, everyone had truly come to understand how formidable he was.
The Ant Army he had left behind alone had opened their eyes.
Scouting, sneak attacks, defense—it could do anything.
If those ants had not been there, they would likely have been ambushed by bandits. The women and children would have been taken, the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled killed, and their gold, silver, jewelry, and guns stolen.
Although they all knew how powerful Supernatural Beings were, hearing about it and experiencing it firsthand were worlds apart.
Hearing everyone's question, Gawain closed his eyes and thought carefully for a