Chapter Thirteen: The Doom of the Blood Wolf Bandits

Chapter Thirteen: The Blood Wolf Bandits’ Demise

“Tch~ Where did this arrogant fool come from? Honestly, it’s made me lose all desire to fight. Finishing you in a flash is already a kindness.” Shuste clapped his hands, disappointment plain in his voice.

“Hey, over there! Leave one alive so we can ask where their den is!” Suddenly remembering something, Shuste called out to the ongoing battle nearby.

“Miss Shuste, I would have asked even if you hadn’t mentioned it. By the way, my name is Aeolia,” the burly warrior, his face marked with scars, shouted as he was about to finish the fight.

With a muffled laugh, the final adversary collapsed, gravely wounded, and the caravan had safely passed through this peril.

“Let me handle this one. Hurry and tidy up so we can move on; the scent of blood will attract magical beasts.” Shuste took charge of the severely wounded captive, addressing the black-robed elder and Aeolia.

“Miss Shuste, please be careful. If you can destroy their hideout, do it, but your safety is paramount,” Aeolia said with concern.

“I know what I’m doing. Go ahead, I’ll be back within half a day,” Shuste replied, stepping on the captive and mimicking Dante’s iconic farewell gesture.

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“Alright, tell me where your hideout is, and I’ll grant you a swift death.” Shuste smiled dangerously.

“Pah! If I’ve been caught, I’m not afraid to die. I won’t tell you anything!”