"When I bring back a ship full of gold... Let's see if my deadbeat father will still underestimate me? And my penny-pinching brother, who threw me out to be a mercenary for those dilapidated houses! I'll slap him in the face with gold, Ducat by Ducat! Make him grin along... Huh? What's wrong with you guys? Laugh! Why aren't you laughing anymore?"
"Boss! You... You should turn around and look behind you, look around!"
"?!"
Reinhardt, with blurry eyes, looked around confused, paused, and then rubbed his eyes hard. Then, he clearly saw the barbarians wielding Spears and Axes, surrounding the mercenaries, their cold and fierce faces... Reinhardt trembled all over, shivering.
"Oh Almighty! Damn, what is happening!"
He immediately reached for his weapon at his waist, but the Great Sword was long lost, and he didn't know where he put the Short Sword. Before he could continue looking for a weapon, several sharp Bronze Spears were already touching his back.
