Within a few months, one of Bobby Aski's two sons had mysteriously disappeared, and the other had been killed in the street. The shock had been far too great for him. Clark, in particular, had been the son he valued most and placed his greatest hopes in. Having him killed just like that in Warren City had driven him completely mad.
That night in Warren City was destined to be chaotic. All the Griffin Legion's soldiers were mustered to search door to door for suspicious people. Their Legion Commander's fury had left even the ordinary soldiers of the Griffin Legion hot-tempered. Any unfamiliar merchant or adventurer who showed the slightest sign of refusing to cooperate might face a savage beating.
The thunder of iron-shod hooves swept through the streets, and people sleeping in the dead of night were roused from their beds. Even the Griffin Legion's emblem-a full squadron of Griffins-circled over Warren City in the night sky, putting everyone on high alert. They thought the Kasi Empire had invaded in the middle of the night.
The Griffins were black dots in the sky, their strange cries battering people's eardrums. They flew from the west of the city to the south, then from the south to the north. Whenever they spotted any unusual movement below, they descended to act alongside the soldiers on the ground.
"So those are Griffins. They certainly look big enough," Han Shuo murmured to himself. He stood behind a large tree on a street near Bobby Aski's slave market, watching a pair of Griffins swoop past.
"That's right. Griffins are extremely ferocious flying units. A single Griffin is capable of tearing ordinary magical beasts apart. His Majesty the King values old Bobby so highly that, even knowing he harbors thoughts of rebellion, he doesn't dare act