"How about you just get the fuck out of here, asshole?" Said the old man with growing hair adorning his face. Dryzell's words are slow but penetrating.Dryzell may look old, but when it comes to energy, he's been pretty much the same since Edgar first took a hit like that."Why do you always do this, Dryzell? You don't know that it hurts so much." Edgar hisses, grimacing through the pain on the tip of his lips that seemed to release a slight amount of red liquid.At night in the dimly lit room, as only a warm oil lamp filled the darkness."I can lose my teeth if you doing that to me, Dryzell." Defy Edgar as he touches the tips of his lips with his right fingertips. He snorted so much pain that he felt all over his body.Not to mention when Zhippy push down the wounds around his waist, having succeeded in making Edgar curse these people even more."That's because you left the Guild without anyone's knowledge! You're clearly wrong. Even if you're hunting!" Dryzell reacted on him. That gu

"Horald received this load earlier, I thought it would be a shame to pass up the opportunity." Says Lillyth thinks. Edgar nodded in agreement."Maybe there's nothing wrong with red raven trying this, and it's not always about robbery or hunting. You know '? I'm getting sick of having to deal with the black market." Answer Edgar. His hands became busy with the sheets of paper on the table.Even the noise did not interfere with the conversation between the two of them. They too are completely unspoiled, keeping their eyes focused on what they are doing."I think Dryzell agreed to the matter as well." The word Lillyth. "How do you know? The old man won't be willing to let his men do what they want." Edgar answered, tilting his smile."With all these scattered papers, I think I've got enough to prove it." Answer Lillyth again. Edgar gave the girl a small nod back.The man turned to people who were drowning in the busyness of their night. The voice that he didn't even care about now elicit

Lillyth once told him the village was not far from the border. Maybe if Edgar had to walk away, the hours would be endless, just as much as by the time he went to the border by train.After a while, and Edgar's a long way from the guild. It comes to a place where there's hardly any building around it. The oil lamps were just hanging by those wooden doors there.But the main road is pretty dark. If it wasn't for the crescent rays hanging in the sky, Edgar wouldn't know where to go.The man also sensed the path he was on today that differed considerably from the main street in the city center.The soil is overgrown with grass and feels a little slippery. It is raining the day after tomorrow, on the return of Horald and Juildith from Nelvada.The air in this place also feels pretty cool compared to when he was fresh out of the Guild.His clothes aren't enough to protect his from the cold at the moment. Because of the Demon scratch, his leather jacket was torn. So he had to dress appropri