Against An Actual Gold-Ranked Knight

Ark was dragged out of the house and toward the middle of the village.

"Sir Geriant, these soldiers are all equipped with bronze-ranked equipment!" A mercenary said while brandishing a bronze-ranked spear he took from an unconscious soldier.

The blonde frowned. 

"Geriant. I don't think it's a good idea to remain here. There are many things that point out that we might have encroached into a powerful noble's territory."

"I just need the purest ore; the refined ones in that forge will be enough for me to enter the diamond rank. Then, no noble except Count Williams can threaten us."

"We haven't reported back to the Lord who hired us. The mythical beast is our priority, not this." The blonde frowned deeply.

"Just a little time, Ramsey." Geriant said deeply.

"You worry too much. The three of us are veteran knights able to mow down a force of a hundred silver warriors of these wasteland lords. What's there to fear?" The woman said.