“Pitter-patter…”

The rain became lighter, but even heavy rain couldn’t mask the smell of blood.

Blue Maple glanced plainly at the Archer who had fallen before him as he swung his sword fiercely towards the side to shake off the blood on his sword, which was mixed with rainwater.

They’re so weak. They’re probably just fellows who are looking for some thrill in the game. Blue Maple surveyed his surroundings with an emotionless look on his face.

Blue Maple didn’t feel uncomfortable with the blood and gore around him at all, like he was very used to this, and there was nothing much to be concerned about. That was the truth.

Blue Maple strolled calmly through the broken arms and torn limbs. He glanced over the gear and items strewn across the floor, but discovered that everything had been tainted with dirty blood. Blue Maple immediately lost interest in trying to pick those up as they were lying among the dirt and blood.

Blue Maple didn’t want to pick them up as they were too dirty, even though there were decent Gold-tier items and gear.

“Do you think they deserved to die?”

Blue Maple suddenly posed a question, which was evidently directed at Feather.

“They deserved to die! They’re all villains who rob and steal!”...