"What are you doing?"
The burly man strode over to the fallen soldiers and sternly demanded.
"Captain, we… we were just…"
A soldier struggled to his feet, clutching his dislocated arm, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Earl Auston said… these people… are spies…"
"Spies?"
Just like the soldiers before him, the man's entire body tensed instantly at the word.
Seeing this, the previously flustered middle-aged nobleman, Auston, gradually calmed down, a flash of smugness even crossing his eyes.
He had witnessed this captain's strength with his own eyes.
He had single-handedly broken out of a Beastman army formation—an incredible display of power.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Roland.
'This youth's skills aren't weak, but he's definitely no match for this captain.'
Seeing Roland loosen his grip on his sword, Auston mistook it as a sign of surrender, and the smug look in his eyes intensified.
