"The arrival of the Blessed Families did not stop the beasts or scare them away. They only helped decrease the number of wounded people, but it did not change the tide," Mr. Pratt imdiately gave Rosalind a report about the current tide the mont she arrived in the latter's study.
After her conversation with Lucas, he told her that she could leave ahead of him. Since Lucas was planning to arrive the very next day, Rosalind and the rest chose to leave that very night.
They wanted proper rest before using their abilities.
"So there are fewer wounded?" Relief washed over her. This was her plan, so she wanted to help the wounded as much as she could.
"And dead. That is sothing we are very thankful for."
She nodded.
"Mathies has been handling everything. You should just rest. I have prepared a small villa for you and everyone else."
"Thank you," Rosalind said.
"Oh. Federico had been asking about you. So you should lay low. He must have already connected the dots. He had been asking about the person who could heal the plague. What you did the other ti was not exactly the best move. Now, he has been doing his best to locate you and has been paying people to spy on us."
"Does that frighten you?" Rosalind asked. She was now wearing another skin mask to hide her appearance so she was a bit confident that they would not notice her.
"Of course not. However, I cannot imagine the hassle of changing your appearance just to avoid them."
"I can handle that," Rosalind smiled.
After their short exchange of greetings, Rosalind and the rest went to a villa in the black market. This one was located near the rcenary guild the place where most rcenaries stay.
This was intentional as Rosalind wanted everyone to think that they were just simple rcenaries who wanted to join the fight.
First, she needed to register their group. They only consist of four people so it is easier for them to register.
"What's the na of the group?" the woman behind the desk asked as she eyed Rosalind. Currently, Rosalind looked like an ordinary citizen without any unremarkable features. Just like her, Atior and the rest wore so masks to hide their appearance too.
However, there is just a little bit of a problem.
Atior's bloodlust.
Any warrior could easily sense danger around him.
Although they would not be able to sense that she was a sorceress, they would think that she was a very dangerous person. The ones who already had experience on the battlefield would imdiately think that Atior was soone who had killed hundreds of people and would avoid her.
While this can be advantageous, there was also a bit of a disadvantage.
Now, everyone was wary of them and watched them the mont they walked inside the hall full of rcenaries who wanted to register, suspecting that they had already killed soone a few short minutes ago.
"Pickled Piken," Rosalind said with a serious expression on her face. Pickled Piken was not exactly the best na out there. In fact, it can be considered funny, but she wanted it that way.
Moreover, she was too tired and lazy to even think about another na that would make them sound intimidating.
"Pickled Piken?" the woman lifted an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? You cannot change your na after this."
"Yes. Thank you."
"Good. Ten gold for registration. Ten gold for insurance. If you die while doing one of the missions, we will give back the ten gold to your family mbers. Fill up this form. Give it to once you are done."
Atior accepted it. Almost imdiately, the woman paled at the sight of the innocent-looking Atior.
Just like Rosalind, Atior had also changed her appearance. She now had an ordinary-looking skin mask that looked like she had been under the sun for too long. Just like Rosalind, Atior's mask also had scars- battle scars.
Despite this, she could not hide her aura.
"You should not co with us next ti," Elias said. "You sll too bad. Maybe consider bathing yourself a thousand tis before going out."
"You"
"Enough Elias," Valentin said. "We already talked about this earlier."
"Right. I apologize for my mistake. I will not do it again," Elias said without hiding the sarcasm in his voice. In response, Atior just shook her head and started writing their nas. Obviously, they also had to use another na to hide their identities.
They found a table that would be enough for the four of them so it would be easier for them to write their new information.
"Oi"
Rosalind frowned when she thought she heard soone. She could feel a lot of people looking at them and she assud that it was because of Atior.
She already knew that taking Atior here would be risky, but she did not want to make anyone suspect them.
"Oi did you hear !"
This ti, Rosalind was certain that the man who was calling from behind her was talking to them. She could feel the man approach her.
"Oi!"
*BAM!*
A man's hand landed in the middle of the table, surprising everyone.
"Are you deaf?"
The four of them looked up and saw a man who was double the size of Elias. He He had a round belly that swayed every ti he moved his fat and aty arms. His face was huge too huge. It was also red and sweaty.
"I have been calling you! How dare you ignore !"
"Do you need sothing?" Elias imdiately got up. Despite this, he still sounded calm, which Rosalind was very thankful for. She knew that Elias could barely hold his temper and he would imdiately ask for a fight. She could only hope that he would listen to her warnings about fighting right now.
They cannot afford to attract other people's attention.
"Elias" Valentin imdiately held Elias's shoulder and patted it. "Calm down."
"I was asking him if he needs sothing," Elias continued. "Can't you see that we were busy writing our nas? How dare you try to disturb us? Do you want to cause chaos inside this hall? Do you want to fight!?"
Hearing this, Rosalind wanted to slap her own forehead.
How could she change soone like Elias? Fire runs in his blood literally. Soone like him would find it very hard to control his temper.
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