“It’s a small world.” Blue Maple said plainly.

Blue Maple could tell who was here from his voice. They had just met, and he was one of the generals who was leading the last transport team that Blue Maple had attacked: Garillo.

“Sir, this place is relatively closer to the place where I was treating my wounds. That’s the reason why I was sent here.” Garillo was still knelt down on the ground as he spoke.

Wounded? This Demon General was wounded? Blue Maple caused that?

Klubdi and the others were utterly shocked in that moment. Their eyes, which were still wide open, recovered a little as they closed their opened jaws.

“Are you demons all like this?” Blue Maple asked coldly.

“No, except grunts like us don’t have any dignity.” Garillo spoke truthfully, and he didn’t have any shame at all. He paused for a few moments before he continued, “The only thing we want to do is to continue living. Of course, that excludes the battlefield.”

Blue Maple glanced at Garillo plainly before he used Heavenly Fire to lift that long knife. He looked at it in his hands and seemed to think that it was a decent toy.

“Tell me about your journey here.” Blue Maple said coldly.

He continued looking over the long knife...