The sun sank in the west.
On a country road, a carriage had pulled over for a rest.
Before long, the driver heard wheels rumbling behind him. He turned his head, saw that it was the other carriage traveling with them, and immediately jumped down. "What took you so long?" he demanded impatiently.
"Fuck, don't even ask."
The carriage curtain lifted, and three mercenaries limped out, all of them wounded.
The mercenary leader couldn't help cursing. "That mad dog was vicious. It even bit one of our men to death."
"What?"
The driver was stunned. All four mercenaries were elite adventurers above level twenty. Even in the army, they would have been among the best. How could one mad dog have reduced them to such a sorry state?
The mercenary leader raised his leg, showing the teeth marks. "You have no idea. One bite from that mad dog, and your blood gushes like a fountain. Go three seconds without drinking a potion, and you're dead. We went through five Healing Potions just to kill that beast."
Healing Potions were alchemy potions produced by the Adventurers' Guild. At one gold coin per bottle, they restored a small amount of HP and removed low-level status ailments such as bleeding, slowed, and weakened.
The mercenary leader winced at the expense. "Fuck, five bottles! With that money, I could've gotten a wash, cut, and blow from a succubus."
"Hold on," the driver interrupted. "What kind of wash, cut, and blow costs five gold coins?"
"The wash and cut cost ten copper."
"Oh."
"Anyway, we took a huge loss this time. We'll have to make His Lordship pay us extra." As he spoke, the mercenary leader finally noticed that the carriage ahead was empty. "Where is His Lordship?"
The driver snapped back irritably, "You took