Ill-fated encounter
Just when we were about to leave the corridor and head to the arena, I heard a strangely familiar voice.
"The sect will remember your contribution. I never knew you were in possession of such a great sword!"
In just a moment, two faces that I sadly met in my life before showed up at the corner not so far away. For all the ill-luck that must have accumulated in me as a recompensation for receiving the system, Baxhar and the former guest in our sect had to come right at this moment!
"Let's just leave."
Feeling the tug on my sleeve, I turned to Eve who was apparently as unhappy about this meeting as I was. We came here on a whim, so wasting our nice mood steeming from the profit we made on talking to useless trash was not the thing that we would want to do.
Turning around, I pulled Ham with us, only to be stopped after barely making two steps toward the entrance hall.
"Look who we have met! Won't you stop for a moment to greet your fiance?"