90 The Destination (2/2)

Those thoughts persisted to linger in Dean's head and even when he fell asleep, he was still reminded of it in his dreams.

It was supposed to just be another day but he was finally able to realize why the Old Man was a lot more anxious when they were so close to their destination.

There was an attack.

But the first thought that crossed Dean's head was ridiculous.

'Did my family's house look this glamorous when reflected by the moon'

Carriages were on fire while the horses neighed as a plead to escape the rising heat currently setting their ropes of fire.

Some of those carriages were the sleeping grounds for mercenary groups meaning that they have already suffered casualties.

Dean heard some ruffling in two different locations and used a hand made out of Dark Magic that grappled onto whatever they were and completely crush them.

Bringing the corpses for a closer inspection, they were just scouts after analyzing the composition of the body.

Tossing it away, Dean grouped up with Ellis and Alexander who were already taking down most of the people that seemed like vanguards.

”Take care of the client!”

Alexander first made an order to make sure that what they are prioritizing first is important.

They trusted his capabilities and if there was an enemy who would be able to overpower Dean, they had assurance that he could at least stall for some time.

Dean recounted everything and couldn't help but sighing, remembering how disastrous the night was and how messy everyone was.

It seemed as if they had never discussed the possibility of attacks during the night that made Dean contemplate whether these people really were mercenaries.

The annoyance he felt when morning came was that the stench of decay, blood and burnt matter was horrible and that their food was gone.

We were reassured that we would still be receiving our pay as only consumables were lost in the battle however those with casualties will receive compensation.

He could faintly hearing Alexander curse with sadness while Ellis had to pat his back.

”Dammit! I should've faked an injury”

”...”

It was odd at the very least that Dean didn't know how to feel about some of the mercenaries' deaths.

There was indeed sadness but it felt like it was from a stranger's point of view.

They would just feel sad for them but they wouldn't break down to tears...

Anyways, they had soon reached their destination but Dean was surprised to discover that it was the capital where the Zikel Clan was located.

Their transaction was paid upfront before the entrance of the city and made many of the men cry with happiness when they were able to feel a sack of gold was shaking in their hands.

Ellis and Alexander were shaking with joy when they saw a bunch of gold landed into their hands but cried at the realization they had to give it to the school.