"Where is everyone…?" Jean was already kneeling in front of Clovis. He was completely clueless about what was going on.
At first, he thought everything was going well. But Clovis managed to bring out another trump card.
He could understand if Clovis had multiple trump cards, but what he couldn't comprehend was why those Tier 8 humans would run away.
The Prophet had guaranteed that he would win with all these people. Yet, they were the first to abandon the mission.
Looking at his clueless face, Clovis simply shook his head helplessly. "You don't even realize that you're nothing but a pawn for the Prophet."
"You're lying. I'm supposed to be another rook!" Jean already imagined the power of the Dark Moon Mercenary. Combined with the strongest mercenary group, they would be like rooks, hammering the Hacfield family.
"A mindless buffoon…" Clovis turned around.
"How about the Three Swords watch this guy over? What are we going to do with this guy, though?"
