"These people are Crows!" Jim quietly explained to David.
"Why are they called Crows?" David asked in confusion.
"They're not real hunters. They only dare operate on the outskirts of the city, relying on the city defenses to hunt Larvae. They want to profit without taking risks, just like carrion-eating crows!" Jim replied with a hint of disdain.
David's gaze swept over the people known as Crows. Up close, he saw all sorts of people among them, and they glared back at him.
David wasn't afraid. As far as he could tell, none of them could make him feel pressured.
Above his head, the Shadow Servant was keeping an eye on the surroundings. If anyone among them dared make a move, it wouldn't hesitate to use the Level 2 Longsword to teach them a lesson.
Of course, there was a heavy machine-gun emplacement belonging to the Military not far away, and they were very close to the city wall. No one would dare make a move here.
As David walked, a middle-aged man in a tattered military uniform happened to turn around. The water in his cup sloshed out, spilling all over David.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" The middle-aged man seemed just as surprised by what had happened. He hurriedly apologized with a smile plastered across his face.
"Watch where you're going!" Jim said with a frown, turning back.
"Forget it!" David patted the water off himself. Because of the cold weather, he was wearing thermal underwear underneath; only his jacket had gotten wet, so it didn't really matter.
Still, his keen senses, sharpened by his powerful mind, kept telling him the water smelled strange. But no matter how carefully he tried to sense it, he couldn't identify the smell.
He didn't give it much thought. It was a small