Chapter 356: Trade and Demons
Glug glug!
A bottle of liquor was drained in a single gulp before them.
The bearded man let out a belch, then casually wiped the liquor from his chest hair and beard.
"Not bad."
The bearded man snapped his fingers.
A strange ripple of spiritual power spread out, jolting the four half-dead men on the ground awake.
Ruger had been watching all along. Mahama, this seemingly burly fellow, appeared to have shown even more restraint than Ruger himself. The people he had brought had suffered only superficial wounds.
The savage demon aura around the big man was also slightly denser than before. He must have used it during the fight.
"My lord."
The four men woke up and attended to their own affairs—spitting blood, straightening their legs, clutching their heads—before immediately assessing the situation, forcing themselves up, and bowing.
To Ruger's surprise, the bearded man did not take the initiative to reveal the identity mark of a Demon Hunter Wizard.
"These two are newly arrived apprentice Demon Hunter Wizards. You should already know them."
The bearded, hairy-chested man sat on a rock and spoke casually.
Ruger noticed that Mahama's expression beside him had subtly changed—and not for the better.
"My lord, we did not borrow the power of demons this time. Though we wanted to win, wanted victory, we..."
The small apprentice covered the blood spilling from his mouth and forced himself to speak.
"Hmm?"
The bearded wizard seemed somewhat displeased. He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol.
The already swaying little man was actually blown over by that single breath.
The other three wizard apprentices did not make a sound when they saw this. They exchanged glances, then made nearly identical movements, each taking out a small pouch. Even the