Chapter 657: Magic

They were exhausted. Exhausted to the point that they were even getting tired just by breathing—no. The Leville party wasn't even breathing anymore, they were just gasping for air.

It didn't help that they were surrounded by a tall wall of rocks, and beneath their feet littered almost 3 dozen dead orcs. Suffice it to say, they were suffocating.

And now, another party wanted to steal the very reason why they were dying of exhaustion in the first place.

But of course, if they were to be given a choice, then they would truly want to keep their life instead of holding onto their hell-earned loot. In truth, the Leville party already quietly decided to just let the other party steal the corpses—their resistance was just a show of strength

"...Riley?"

But now, as Bert, Lilly, and Roan saw their Porter very slowly lifting Bert's giant hammer from the ground, the only thing they could really do was subtly shake their head.