Buzzer watched in horror as his entire crewmates were slaughtered brutally, but he had no choice but to lie still, feigning death.
He knew that confronting these few would result in nothing but a stupid death, so when the fountain of blood from his teammate's body sprayed all over him, he took the opportunity to fake a convulsion and lay feigning dead. Hopefully, he would survive this way.
His ears perked up and he focused his attention on Spark and the rest.
"So where do you think they kept all their loot?" Spark questioned, his eager eyes scanning the corpses.
Cai'er smiled, and as though in tow, a galloping horse loomed from the horizon. Its rider, Spark found familiar—he was one of the other stewards of the old miser.
As he got closer, one could see clearly what he had in his hand: it was Slade's missing arm, which had been uprooted previously.
"Young Miss," the steward bowed, handing the arm to Cai'er.
