"Pretty strong?" Lucius raised a brow and crossed his arms together. "I do need far more details than this, gentlemen."
Helm and Peter glanced at the body language of Lucius and immediately felt nervous.
From the way that Lucius crossed his arms, to the way that he sat on his chair and glanced in their direction—it was unnerving.
The two bandits ended up racking their brains hard.
'I do not think that Leif will actually help us if we were to displease this man in front of us. We've come here asking for shelter but if we don't actually do anything, well then we're dying.' Helm thought.
"T-that's easy, you saw the Gifts that they were using, right, Helm?" Peter turned to his friend, trying to ignore the death looks that were coming from the other person behind Sir Lucius.