"Heh, those stupid guards weren't our match at all."
A white-robed, gray-haired man said with a light smile as he walked an underground path where the heaven and earth were dense. This person was none other than Girias.
Girias narrowed his eyes before he turned to look at Harmon, his gaze flickering, "You even crippled one of them."
The black-robed, crimson-haired man's expression was lethargic as though he was sick, but there was a strange glint in his eyes similar to that of a predator, "A pity. The City Lord didn't even come out, even though we crippled one of them. It's quite strange since I heard the City Lord is protective of his men."
"Who cares?" Abyssal Radiance Empire's Crown Prince, Wilxes Ingrimm, spread his hands, "He's just a commoner. Don't you know he's bound to love the vice that comes with being a City Lord that rules the Bastion City?"
