Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 52 Sorry

On the other side, Gak's situation was even more tragic.

Blood soaked through his clothes and was still gushing out.

Vales first sprinkled a layer of clotting powder on his wound, and then pressed it firmly with a clean linen cloth to stop the bleeding.

Even with this treatment, the bright red bloodstains still spread rapidly on the linen, a sight that was truly horrifying.

Vales added several more layers, and after a few minutes, the bleeding was finally brought under control.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, feeling a great sense of relief.

Gak's life has been saved.

As expected, the legendary orcs' bloodthirstiness was not unfounded; they dared to charge straight at a mid-level swordsman.

Moreover, even with such severe injuries, his will did not break down, and he was able to endure the pain.

Gak pursed his lips tightly, revealing a hint of paleness even in his green skin.

Fortunately, the injury was eventually brought under control.

Gray watched the whole thing with his eyes half-closed, shaking his head repeatedly.

Compared to Gak, the injuries he had suffered at the hands of the Mist Demon were nothing.

It's painful just to look at.

After stabilizing the injuries of Zell and Gak, it was time to deal with the six corpses of Drake's team.

It's very easy to handle.

Just burn it down.

Burned beyond recognition, who will be able to identify a lump of charcoal then?

Gray and Marcus worked together to move the bodies to a clearing in the woods away from the trees, piled them up, and then also took off their armor, weapons, and money bags.

Pour some strong liquor over it, then throw a match into the middle.

A raging fire suddenly shot up.

Marcus watched Drake's head deform in the flames, his face expressionless.

The forest fell silent again, with only the crackling of the fire.

Zellir leaned against the tree and slowly sat down, staring at the swaying flame tip as if lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Hill's voice rang in Zellir's ear.

"nothing……"

Zellier shook his head slightly. "This is the first time I've attacked a human, so I'm a little dazed."

Hill crossed his arms, his eyes beneath his hood staring ahead, seemingly lost in thought.

The fire blazed fiercely, occasionally sparking.

Gak lay down to rest, while Marcus patrolled the clearing.

Meanwhile, Gray was taking stock of the equipment and belongings left behind by Drake's squad, categorizing them.

“I’m sorry,” Hill said suddenly.

"What?" Zellier didn't understand.

"You're still very young, only sixteen or seventeen years old... If I hadn't intervened, you wouldn't have had to go through all this so early."

Hill said softly, "So, I'm sorry."

"Are you truly apologizing?" Zellier asked, somewhat surprised.

Hill met Zell's gaze without flinching.

A moment later, a familiar smile curved at the corners of Hill's lips.

"you guess."

"I can't guess."

Zellier shook his head. "But it's nothing. To be honest, I should thank you."

"Thank me?" Now it was Hill's turn to be confused.

"Yes."

Zellir withdrew his gaze and looked back at the campfire. "Actually, I also really want to kill them... These things are just a constant threat if left alive, so it's better to strike first."

Judging from Marcus and his group's demeanor at the time, Zellier believed they intended to settle things peacefully.

Hill stared at Zellier's profile for a long while before she smiled softly.

"Hmph... Perhaps you, like me, have the potential to be a bad guy."

"Yeah……"

"If you need anything in the future, or if you need any requests from assassins, you can come to me."

Hill handed a token to Zellier.

"Go to number seven on Dark Alley Street, knock on the door five times, show this to the other person, and I will receive the message you sent."

"Oh... okay." Zellier accepted the token.

"Alright! Inventory complete!"

After a while, Gray shouted, his face beaming with excitement.

"These bastards have a total of twenty gold and seventy-two silver coins in their money pouches, as well as several pieces of decent armor and weapons. They could fetch a good price if sold!"

The equipment of the three intermediate-level warriors was all high-quality and worth a considerable amount of money.

"Let's just split the money directly. As for weapons and equipment... if you trust me, then let me sell them. The money from the sales will still be split proportionally."

Marcus said, "I have the channels... but I'll have to wait a couple of days. Selling so much good equipment at once would raise suspicion, and we also need to avoid the possibility of someone investigating the disappearance of Drake's team."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Marcus is trustworthy.

After the encounter with Drake's team, a lot of time has been wasted, so we need to leave Graywood Forest as soon as possible before dark.

On the way back, Vales carried most of the equipment and luggage.

Marcus and Gray supported Gack on either side as they led him away.

Gack was really heavy; even Gray was grimacing under its weight.

Because of a leg injury, Zellier is unable to put weight on himself and has some difficulty walking on his own, so he also needs assistance.

Hill took on this responsibility.

She let Zellir's right arm rest on her shoulder, then wrapped her left arm around Zellir's back, firmly supporting his waist.

Hill's body may appear frail, but she is surprisingly strong. Even when Zellier leaned most of his weight on her, Hill did not sway in the slightest.

A crisp, refreshing scent entered Zelier's nostrils, like the chill that hits you when you open a door on a winter's day, instantly invigorating you.

As the sun set, the team successfully exited the Graywood Forest.

After retrieving their lodging carriage in the village, they returned to Blackstone Town.

As soon as Marcus entered the Adventurers' Guild, the surrounding conversations immediately quieted down considerably.

The gazes of the crowd turned towards them, albeit subtly.

They all knew that Marcus's squad had taken on the mission to clear out the goblins in the Misty Caves.

This was a pretty difficult request... Did he complete it?

"Deliver the task."

Marcus placed a bag of goblin ears on the counter.

"The mission to exterminate the goblin horde in the Misty Caves has been completed. There were a total of twenty-five ordinary goblins, three orc goblins, and one white-haired goblin. Take a look."

"Ok!"

Ella immediately opened the bag, poured the contents onto the counting plate, and began counting the items with a pick.

Marcus's words drew whispers from those around him.

"They actually finished it..."

"Marcus's team has been really impressive lately, they've really gotten amazing. Drake's team was trying to steal this mission before."

"It wasn't his achievement; he's just a low-ranking soldier. It's just that his teammates were strong..."

"Have you heard? They have a mage in their team, and they've teamed up with him several times already..."

(End of this chapter)