"Sir, what should we do? They already killed our guards. With just us, it is hard to protect this caravan. How about we..."
A young man signaled to run with his gaze to the middle-aged man beside him, his expression anxious. He had thought he had struck gold by joining such a big business, but reality struck him hard.
On his first mission, he was surrounded by bandits, and that too by someone who was in the Invoker realm.
He was just an Apprentice realm warrior, and standing before such strength made his entire body tremble uncontrollably.
'Such bad luck.'
"What are you saying? Is this how a guard should behave? If everyone tried to run as soon as someone tried to loot, how could we do business?"
However, the middle-aged man directly scolded the young man in anger.
The last thing he wanted right now was the remaining guards to lose hope and run for thier life.
