Chapter 27

Clifford's gaze wandered through the line of people they were with. He remained agitated because several functions of his system were no longer working, not considering they can steal it.

No matter how many times he’d look at them, he can’t see their level, status, or any kind of information.

Luckily, most of the men there were weary and wounded, giving them an equal footing if ever something happened.

Of course, it seems he was not the only one remaining cautious, as the group threw menacing glares at them.

He did not blame them, considering the outfit he’d chosen for them during their travel. They all wore long black robes, light armor, and a set of masks, each having a certain expression of its own.

Hallor a smily, Galford a sad, and he was the one with the poker face.

To avoid any problems, they remained in the middle of the line, surrounded by all those soldiers.

“I did not think you’d choose the bandits over the knights. What made you change your minds?”

He whispers to the two,