"And why should you?" Kaedros raised a brow. "Why should you see me lift a weapon?
The White steel team had ignored them for most of the journey so far, and Kaedros preferred it that way. Having them walking behind made him uneasy.
He trusted none of them.
To be honest, he trusted no one.
"Aren't you here to advance?" the bulky warrior pushed. He was a tall man with dense muscles, a thick beard, and an axe strapped across his back. "Shouldn't you be out killing monsters too?"
Kaedros narrowed his eyes. "You're part of this raid as well. Why don't you focus on advancing instead of shiting your mouth?"
The group had stopped. All eyes turned to the two of them. Even Thandor paused, stroking his long white beard, clearly interested.
Han chuckled and flexed his arms. "You call this cultivatinga? My level's too high for these weaklings. I hunt real monsters, high-level ones. Not some insignificant, lowly creatures."
