Blood started to gush out like a fountain from the decapitated bandit’s neck, covering Vilay in blood. This was a positive development, but the pressing question was: who had cut off the bandit’s head?

The answer: Henry. He had hurled his sword while still on horseback and miraculously cut off the bandit’s head in one blow. It was impressive.

Now all eyes were on Henry.

“Hagler”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get ready.”

“Alright.”

The two dismounted and prepared for battle. It wasn’t such a bad idea for the arrogant Vilay to die as well, but it would mean that there would be fewer people to help with the work, so that made it a little difficult.

As Henry unsheathed his sword, he took a quick glance at Munke's expression. His smiling face was now completely stiff like stone.

‘So there really is something going on.’

He could ask more about the matter later; right now, he had to crush the bandits.

“Kill them,” the man that appeared to be the leader ordered.

Clip clop! Clip clop! Clip clop!

A dust cloud appeared...