Didn't play with lives!

Seeing all the unreasonable circumstances at herself. Unforeseen events made Leah slowly have to believe.

Everything Jack and Lewis's grandfather said doesn't seem like a myth or just the fabrication of these two strange men.

Currently, She was sitting in a room with Jack and the innkeeper. The man Jack said was from the ogres, orcs.

Leah herself still doesn't understand what a nation it is. In his eyes, George, This man who was disgusting to Jack, introduced his name as George.

"So tell me what you've been through until you got here?" Jack said after, he was still keeping his distance.

George sighed heavily as if there was a lot of regret in his heart. "I can't stay under the rule of the white kingdom, they slaughtered our nation. Like you, they said we are lowly, disgusting, smelly, and useless creatures. "

Jack felt offended, he immediately pulled up his chair, a little closer to George. "I've never killed an orc." In a low voice, Jack defended himself.

"In the past, we could live side by side and in harmony with each other. There is no difference in social status, but the king has changed."

Leah bis felt the sadness on George's face. The man seemed to be holding back a pool of tears. Before he could continue his sentence, those thick lips trembled.

"They slaughtered family members in front of our eyes, killed women. They said that if there were no women there would be no more children." George's tears dripped. He looks so sad until his shoulders trembled.

"How could a king act so cruel and evil like that. George, I'm so sorry for your family." Leah got up from her seat and patted George on the shoulder.

Jack frowned at the sight of Leah casually patting George's shoulder, he really couldn't smell George's body which made him nauseous. But .. seeing Leah can do that, Jack was touched.

"I went to a black magic expert. He said he could take me to another world full of peace. I brought the only remaining Princess. I begged the witch so that my daughter and I could get here." George continued his story, not with a happy face.

Leah waited patiently for George's story. She was curious about the strange black creature that attacked her a while ago, but she didn't want to push George. Seeing this big man depressed makes felt Pity.

"They didn't just let my daughter and me go. They keep coming in turns, he wants my daughter." George was quiet in despair.

Leah gasped, she turned to Jack, who looked so calm listening to George's sad story.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Leah asked.

Jack choked at what Leah said. He glared at Leah.

Leah knit her brows. Why? What's wrong with what she said earlier. She just wants to help George.

"No no .. Leah, we still have a long way to go, you don't get involved in other people's business. After all, George and the witch are none of your business. You don't even understand what he said!"

Jack put on a face with a small smile on his lips, from those eyes it seemed that Jack was an individualistic man, he didn't like adding to the burden of his life.

"Jack, didn't you say you wanted that evil power to go away?" Leah asked.

Jack shook his head lightly. "Not really. I'm also part of that evil power." His answer irritated Leah.

"George, I'm not sure I can help you, but at least I'll try it first." Leah picked up what she had kept beside her chair.

Jack immediately stood up and fled. He moved away from Leah.

Jack's sudden behavior made George's sad face turn confused. He wondered what long object Leah was holding and the man with black blood immediately ran away.

Leah put her sword on the table. "I'm an amateur, I've only been holding this sword well once. But .. can I try to help you tonight?" Leah asked with a confident face.

She slowly drew the sword, out of the leather sheath Lewis's grandfather had given her.

The scabbard, made of animal skin with string ties, looked simple but much better than Lauren's bedsheets.

"Leah, you can hold your sword right! Don't you drop that thing on me!" Said Jack gave a warning to his partner.

"Sorry Jack, I'm not sure!" She started joking.

George watched Leah's sword closely. "Have you had this sword for a long time?" Asked George curiously.

Leah sat back down, She shook her head. "Even I used it only once, and even then on the previous owner," Leah answered honestly.

George did not dare to hold the object, but his eyes kept poring over the sharp object. "There are three holes in the body of this sword. Miss, have you ever heard of the genealogy of swords?" Asked George with a serious face.

"No, what is it?" Leah asked curiously.

"I heard some of the terms in swordsmanship from a swordsman in my village back then. The Acer Sword is one of those heavy, extremely sharp swords." George frowned, trying to remember.

Leah cradled the sword in her hand. It looks like this sword was also one of the heavier swords. Was this included from Acer Sword?

"Did the man who gave you the sword not explain to you?" Asked George.

Leah shook her head. "He is a mysterious figure. He gave the sword and then disappeared." Leah replied, she turned to Jack for approval.

Jack nodded in agreement, he was monitoring from afar, he did not want to be directly involved with the sharp object in Leah's hand.

"You have to meet a swordsman. There are many terms of swords, I've also heard of the rubber sword, where the sword will change color and glow like lightning." George was not a swordsman, he had only heard from friends.

"Aren't you ogres good at playing with weapons. Spears, swords, shields, even bones, and stones?" Jack asked began to approach but his face still looked fully alert.

"Well ... some are good at ancient weaponry, but I prefer a gun and a silver bullet," George replied with a draw a sneer.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Are you threatening me? I'll tell you, I won't get hurt just because of silver. I prefer, afraid of the iron sword in that woman's hand!" Jack pointed at Leah.

Who will like the thing that did burn his hands?

"I also heard that vampires are well transformed, they are stronger and more modern, they are no longer afraid of springs, but. I didn't believe it until I saw it myself! "

George again put his gun on Jack.

"No kidding!" Jack hissed, his face irritated.

George drew a grin on his lips. He looked at Jack's face with serious eyes.

He was ready to pull the trigger.

Leah swung the sword in her hand.

Prick!

"Late!" Jack hissed with pleasure.

George's eyes were rounded. Like going out from his skull.