The crowd still hadn't cleared, Farmers were still in the hall, still contemplating and discussing amongst themselves where they would start from.
Those that already have a party of their own, discussed with other parties and those who didn't tried to join one all the time they wanted to enter the Abyss.
Meanwhile, at the far side of the hall, resting on the wall was Aegon, his hands folded as he looked unboarded by the three Farmers who were speaking to him.
"Who does this guy think he is?" one of them said with a vexed expression.
"Look brother, he's acting as if we are not here…"
"I told you we were at the weapon shop yesterday. You looked in our direction which made us friends."
Hearing this, Aegon raised his gaze at them and then nodded like he didn't have words to respond, he still felt unboarded.
"Tsk… He's acting tough with us!"
"Do you know who we are? We are called The Three Brothers of Survival."
