The next morning.
Edgar woke up only to find himself sleeping next to Bontu in what seemed like an open garden. And to his shock, Kane was asleep on the other side of Bontu. All their wounds seemed to have been taken care of.
Edgar just noticed that in the distance, an old man was fishing in a pond, sitting on a rock like a sturdy tree. Though he couldn’t clearly see the face, he remembered that attire. It was Gavin.
After tying up Kane to a tree, Edgar then went to the pond.
“I was expecting you to wake up,” Gavin said without even looking back. The pole-holding arm was absolutely still.
“I… I didn’t get to thank you last time in the discipline hall,” Edgar bowed more than just a li
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