Sold Soul

Argos reappeared beside a tent where he isn’t visible to anyone’s vision. *Don’t they have some sense of hearing? My ears would blow out from their spartan debate if I didn’t escape there. The good news, the tents are now clear of guards. This might be the nearest and what doubts me the most. Anyways, there’s no point in not trying.*

Argos sneaks in front of the tent and opens the tent door. What he sees gave him a deep gasp as he flinch back out of shock. He saw the three bandits who are chasing him earlier playing poker at this time of the night. On the other hand, the three bandits looked at Argos like they have been caught playing video games at midnight by their strict mothers. That isn’t the only reason for their shock but also the resurrection of Argos. As they stare in a long period of time, both of the parties left their mouths hanging open.

*Max luck?*

“Who are you!?” One of the fat men exclaimed with bul

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