Chapter 197: Demise

'These guys are not small fries, I can't even ahake them off... I'm a level 289 gunslinger apart from that I really invented alot into my strength start which is 356, how much strength would I need-'

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 Rein kicked away one of the holy knight holding Dylan down, the holy knight rolled several times before stopping about 20 meters from them.

The bishop looked and smiled, "as expected of a graduate. You are no small fry, that holy knight was not your regular person."

'...did I unknowingly put in too much strength, I just hit him with the tip of my toes' 

Pashar bowed, "we sincerely apologize for all our mistakes but can you please reduce the price for us"

"We can't" the priest replied immediately.

Pashar sighed.

"But we can give you the privilege to make half payment and make the rest when you come back. That is as far generous as I'm willing to be."

"Thank you sir!" Pashar bowed his head humbly.