After all, compared to those rural peasants who couldn't even afford to eat, as a "colleague," he really knew how much those dusty and blood-stained equipment, looking filthy, could be exchanged for at the general store.
The gains from "black eating black" were far more than what they earned through hard work on missions.
His mind wandered, and he couldn't help but lick his somewhat dry lips.
But the next second, when Scar's gaze moved to the front of the group, seeing that robust woman with a crew cut and an iron hammer hanging from her waist;
And beside her, the dark-haired youth carrying dual swords.
The eyes that were originally cold and fierce.
Suddenly cleared up.
"Green Blood, Gray Sword..."
The very recognizable appearance made Scar, who had been in River Valley Town for many years and considered himself fairly shrewd, instantly recognize the two's identity.
"Damn, how did we run into them in such a place!"
His expression suddenly turned incredibly ugly.
