"Watch out!"
One of the newcomers' companions shouted a warning.
But the man only had time to turn and swing his sword once before sparks flew.
The iron chain nimbly slid over the blade, then slipped down and wrapped around his neck in an instant.
His face flushed deep red as he suffocated. Soon, deprived of oxygen, he could no longer support himself and collapsed dead.
The group behind them came rushing over, stopped, and joined up with the other two who had been pursuing him.
They really were all together!
Seeing Roy dispatch two men cleanly and efficiently, they were all stunned. None of them dared to act rashly. Instead, they stopped and watched from a distance.
The leader spoke with a hint of probing in his voice. "Roy?"
"Pimiel?" Roy recognized him as well.
He was an Advanced Apprentice from the tower. They lived on the third floor, and had run into each other several times around Ring Tower Market Street.
"So you're a fellow from the third floor. What are you doing wandering around here?" Pimiel asked.
Roy was silent for a moment, then borrowed Oren's authority. "I'm working for Senior Oren."
The others immediately exchanged glances. "So are we!"
These people had received the same commission: helping collect Chalk Soil in the Great Wind Land Hills.
Not long afterward, Pimiel and the others left with the bodies of their companions, gradually disappearing from Roy's sight.
"Pimiel, was that man also an Advanced Apprentice from the tower's third floor? He looked kind of familiar to me. Could we have seen him on the second floor?"
One of the people in the group spoke with some confusion.
"His name is Roy. He was indeed promoted only this January, so it's normal that you saw him on the second