“Hey, so what exactly are we doing now?”

“We’re making wooden spears and pickets.”

A former mercenary responded to his colleague’s question while cutting off the excess of a long vine used to join together several wooden spears.

“Well, obviously. That’s not what I’m asking. Why are we sitting here doing something like this instead of heading into the ruin?”

“If you are curious, feel free to go ask Sir Eugene or Sir Galfredik.”

“No, I would rather not.”

The mercenary still trembled when he made eye contact with the knights. He could not bring himself to do something so daring.

“They said that they were going to kill the harpies and the wyvern. Let’s just do as we’re told.”

“Harpies, maybe. But do you really think we can kill a wyvern? I heard everyone flees into the buildings as soon as the wyvern appears.”

“Tsk, tsk. It seems y’all are still in the dark, hmm?”

Lavan sneakily joined the conversation. Although all of them were now colleagues, Lavan had been by Eugene’s side for a long time. The men showed interest in his words.

“Lavan, was it? Has Sir Eugene killed a wyvern before?”

“Not a wyvern, but he has killed two trolls by himself. Moreover, he pulled out one of their heads with his bare hands, along with its spine! Just like this!”

Lavan ripped the bark off of a branch, and the soldiers trembled with fear.

“I-is that really true? Two trolls? By himself?”

“Why would...