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“Sir Phillion… I thought I’d told you to make sure Urich doesn’t get himself into trouble…”
Pahell, who had come out to the gate entrance after hearing the commotion, said to Phillion. He gasped after seeing what Urich had done and shook his head.
‘Urich, what the hell have you done?’
There were two men hanging by a pole. The men were crumpled up as if they had no joints in their bodies, and their blood and fecal matter dripped down the pole to create a pool underneath them.
“I am sorry, Your Highness.”
Phillion had no words for himself. He felt responsible for not being able to stop Urich.
“It’s fine, it is what it is. Sigh,” Pahell took in a few deep breaths to suppress the increasing nausea.
“It’s definitely not a pretty sight to see,” Phillion said as he frowned.
Pahell and Phillion joined the rest of the mercenary squad and waited for the duel trial to begin. The crowd grew even larger after the word of the trial spread.
“Back off, and stay there!”
The soldiers kept pushing back the crowd, and those who were pushed away found taller structures to watch the duel from, like climbing the trees.
“Why are they fighting?”
“Apparently, the gate captain hired some people for an assassination.”
The speculation spread from mouth to mouth throughout the big crowd....
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