345 Provocation

As Arran approached the group, the Rangers' leader gave him a dismissive look.

"Another outsider dog has come to join us?"

One of the Rangers chuckled, but the other three showed no response. Instead, their expressions remained cautious as they observed the situation, as if they were expecting battle to erupt at any moment.

And no wonder — even ignoring Arran, a hundred mercenaries were standing just a few dozen paces away, eyes filled with fury and with hands that were dangerously close to drawing their weapons.

Arran, meanwhile, clenched his jaw, only barely restraining himself from drawing his weapon and cutting down the Rangers where they stood. Strong though they might be, with the hidden strength he held they'd be no match for him. If there was no other choice, he wouldn't hesitate to reveal that strength.