Biyeon looked at Sedum. As soon as he raised his head, he met her eyes. He didn’t know whether it was accidental or intentional. Biyeon’s mouth was slightly curled up.

Sedum tilted his head, scratched the back of his head, and then turned his gaze toward the other crew members. A meaningful smile was on Sedum’s mouth.

***

The crew now had a fairly resolute, veteran-like appearance. The group atmosphere was excellent and disciplined. They didn’t look like people from a remote mountain village. They remained relatively unmoved even when looking at the glamorous exterior of the city. They seemed as free as the wind and as relaxed as a running river. There would be no disagreement among them. All of the crew members were becoming more and more like their captains. 

They were constantly growing. That growth was happening rapidly through relentless practice. After departing the Akum’s village and passing through two provinces, they were ambushed a total of three times. The crew had battled each time.

The first ambush came from an unlucky band of bandits who couldn’t figure out the opponent’s level, and the second was a fairly famous mercenary guild who attacked them even though they knew of the caravan’s combat power.

The last enemy they met was called ‘Martial...