"Do you think we should split up into large groups for efficiency?"
Slimo thought to himself for a moment.
"No. You all have finally gotten back together. There's no way I'm risking splitting you up again."
Even though none of the noble clans knew who Slimo was, they were already stricken by his generousity. These words meant a lot to them, even coming from a complete stranger who they just met. The group walked around in their robes, pretending to be a part of the other epigones. However, as they passed some of their fake comrades, they would take turns killing whoever dared look their direction. Gabriel, surprisingly, was the first to make a move. A masked man walked up to him with a cold tone in his voice.
"What is the meaning of this group? You all are required to be at different stations."
