The Resurrected Golems

In a certain house in Bernier City.

“How long do I need to keep hanging out with those losers? They’re starting to get on my nerves, especially that guy, Garte. Park, can I kill him once this is over?”

If the huntsmen were to hear this, they definitely wouldn’t be able to believe that these words were said by the Fagus they knew.

“You need to learn to keep your cool. Those insects are not our target.”

Park replied with a cold expression. His humble demeanor and easy smile were no more.

“Now that you mention it, where the hell is that kid anyway? I haven’t seen a glimpse of him since we arrived in this city.”

Fagus said, sounding irritated. He lifted the mug he was holding and gulped his beer before slamming the mug back down on the table. It was so annoying having to play nice with those useless huntsmen, and Fagus was almost at his limit.