Chapter 18 (2/2)
And Jhuro put his sword back to the sheath on his belt again
His steps were cal, but when the dead appeared, it was better to thought things through
Yet, so
He furrowed his eyebrow, then asked, “Nura, why did you not attacked me?”
“Why should I? I just wanted a good chat,” answered a dead man alked towards him
“No, you’re not I knew you were using my poison to fuck with Ghalim’s life What do you really want?”
“Ah, See? A proper chat between friends Is it too hard?”
Swiiiish!+
The head fell again
“Answer me,” Jhuro coldly said while he sheathed his sword back
Another dead man said, “it seems your sheath is much inferior from the one you left behind”
“I didn’t ‘left’ it behind You’re the one who stole it Just fuckin’ answer my question Nura, what did you want? Is it the four eleot horny when she knew the truth”
“I don’t care with Blackwood I like my past family name It’s Nura Gilmour now”
“Just fuckin’ answer me!”
Swiish!+
As the next head fell, screalanced around and saw his teaed by the arht
“It seeht froue His partners dead, but he didn’t care for a bit He knew they would die sooner or later, as common warriors were no match for the Necromancer’s calamitous army
Soon, Jhuro realized that he beca
“fuck”
“Please calm down and come to my tent so we could chat over a tea”
“fuck that”
“Don’t you feel tired with those cursing of yours?”
“fuck you”
“What do you want then?”
“A fuckin’ answer”
“As I said, come to my tent and we could properly chat about it”
“fuck it Let’s just fight”
“Okay Let’s fight”
The army of the death immediately made their moves
And Jhuro Yashura put his hand on the sword handle