There's a Bull!

Dead Servant cried for quite a while before explaining to the two men why he was here.

In one sentence: Constantine had screwed him over.

"Honestly, I never thought even you wouldn't be able to handle Constantine." Roland sighed.

"I originally thought making the battle suit green was miserable enough. I never expected to turn green from head to toe." Dead Servant said miserably, pulling out a bright-green strand of hair.

"Where's your Suit?" Roland looked at Dead Servant's face. "Damn, you look like a green egg with teeth."

"The Suit didn't get teleported over. That damned Constantine got me drunk and dumped me in a swamp. I can't find my equipment or Suit anywhere!" Dead Servant cursed.

"Next time I see him, I'll teach him a lesson!" Roland said irritably.

"Good brother!" Dead Servant was moved to tears.

"He was angry because the one who showed up wasn't Poison Ivy." Bruce said.

"Come on, let's go find the guardian of The Black." Roland said.

"The moss and lichen here are telling me there's someone over there." Bruce looked in one direction. "Let's go that way."

The three of them soon found a gathering place for a group of hunters.

"White Demon? You mean Lear, right? There seems to be a village up ahead. Is it Lear's territory?"

"That's right, it's him. Crow Town is up ahead, but it isn't his territory. There's a group of furious miners there. The White Demon won't let them get near the gold that originally belonged to them, making them incredibly irritable."

"How irritable?" Bruce asked.

"Extremely hostile to outsiders. I've lived there for most of my life, and they still call me a stranger." The old hunter said. With the help of the dollars Bruce carried, he answered in great detail. "There's a