Maybe I’m Not Doing This Properly

"How many are left?" a handsome teenage boy with blonde hair and gray eyes asked. 

"Fourteen remain, Young Master Kane," a teenage boy wearing glasses replied.

Kane clicked his tongue. If possible, he wanted all the Wanderers to join his side. 

He believed that once Shasha lost all of the members of her team, she would have no choice but to join his team in order to survive in Solterra.

"How is the hunt?" Kane asked his other subordinate who had short brown hair and brown eyes.

"We hunted down five Rank 1 Boars today, Young Master," the brown-haired teenager replied. "Everyone will have enough food to eat for a few days."

Kane nodded. "Make sure that those who got injured are treated. They are now part of our group, so we need to make sure that none of them die."

"Yes, Young Master." The brown-haired boy nodded in understanding.