Glen stood at a place that was a considerable distance away from Pialu. In front of him, the Denest Mountain Range’s gigantic peaks stood in rows, and like the others, he had also come out using the excuse of patrolling the area. Glen didn’t appear to be in a good condition; it wasn’t that he was injured, but the way he kept tapping his foot with his arms crossed made it seem like he felt anxious about something.

Swoosh! A small shadow popped out in front of Glen and a person appeared. The person was covered head to toe in a robe, and he kneeled in front of Glen and bowed.

“What happened?” Glen’s voice was cold and revealed his current state of mind. The robed figure lowered his head even more.

“It’s just as we predicted. It seems like our comrades in charge of managing the monsters have all been taken out.”

Bam! Glen’s foot struck the robed figure. Even though he hadn’t instilled mana into it, a great amount of force had come out of his well-trained and honed legs. The robed figure toppled backward. He tried to get up quickly to bow to Glen again, but his movements appeared to be more awkward than before.

“What’s the cause?”

“The orders placed on the monsters seemed to have broken. The monsters...