“Thank you for everything,” said Crockta as he extended his fist toward all of the monster trainees in succession.0

The monsters seemed amused by the orcs’ greeting and bumped their fists against his. Out of all the monsters, the ogre was especially sad about Crockta leaving and bid him farewell with a warm gaze.0

The cyclops squinted his eye and slowly sounded out the words, “Next. You. Me. Fight.”0

“Hahaha, I’m looking forward to it,” replied Crockta.0

The cyclops had had his eye on Crockta from the beginning, but he hadn’t had a chance to spar with Crockta because Crockta had always been training with Xantimur. The cyclops was even larger than an ogre and had bulging muscles rippling through his whole body. It would be a match of the century if he were to fight with Crockta.0

Meanwhile, Tiyo was conversing with Kiao and the kobold archer who used illusions and guerilla warfare in his battles.0

“I will punch holes all over your body with my Vulcan next time,” declared Tiyo.0

“Kiak! I will pierce a hole through your abdomen next time kyak. A hole this big kyak!” yelled Kiao.0

“Back of your head grrr, arrow grrr, stab grrr!” growled the kobold.0

It didn’t seem like a normal conversation, but they still seemed sad about saying goodbye.0

Anor was exchanging farewells with the lich. The skeletons who followed the lich were waving goodbye to Anor with their handkerchiefs.6

Xantimur was the last of the bunch. The hermit of the Black Forest turned...0