A Helping Hand

The crazy Demon Hunter was stunned.

His muddled mind failed to understand the meaning of the words that came out from the person inside the carriage but the rage from the bottom of his heart and the urge to slaughter that accompanied the feeling did not decrease a bit.

At the next moment, he jumped into the carriage.

The dagger laced with poison went straight to the person who spoke and plunged deep into his chest.

The surprised smile on the person's face halted for a moment and was followed by a look of relief, as if he had released countless heavy burdens.

"I guess this is right. I owe you all this strike. I should bear the burden," said the person.

Then, with that relieved smile on his face, he hugged the crazy Demon Hunter who had just stabbed him.

The person hugged the crazy Demon Hunter the Northern way: hug tightly and tap the back strongly.

The rhythmic taps were heavy but absent of malicious intent.