The sounds of killing gradually subsided.
Only then did the old man from the mysterious organization enter, a smile appearing on his gaunt face.
Fourteen warriors followed behind him.
This old bastard really is cautious! Romon thought as he watched them with a trace of vigilance.
All fourteen warriors were Fourth Level, clad in leather armor and carrying longswords, their expressions grave and imposing.
"Lord Romon, thank you very much," the old man said.
"It was merely part of the agreement." Romon pursed his lips, feeling greatly displeased.
Boom!
At that moment, a terrifying explosion rang out from the distant city wall.
Romon narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction, seeing that a room had been blown open.
A moment later, the Holy Knight stepped forward and respectfully bowed to the old man. "My lord, Count Butlai's eldest son has already escaped below. Count Butlai was not found just now, so he has evidently gone down as well. Everyone else has been executed."
"Let us go take a look!" the old man said with a wave of his hand.
Thirty meters ahead, they saw that the wall had been smashed down. A section had exploded open, revealing part of a passageway.
"Lord Romon, there is much to deal with above. How about you help me go down and take another look?" Seeing Romon's somewhat unhappy expression, the old man added, "Take thirty warriors with you."
Thirty warriors—one-third of the men—to deal with a few fleeing people.
Romon looked down at the pitch-black, unfathomably deep passageway. A faint doubt arose in his heart, but under such circumstances, there did not seem to be much danger. With that thought, Romon nodded. "All right!"
The old man did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately gave the order. At once, thirty warriors,