Greer's numb eyes finally showed a slight change—those were the magical rings that Aigard used to store slave contracts; if they were destroyed, everyone would be free!

"You filthy, unclean orcs, you should be grateful for giving your lives for me! Run as fast as you can! The longer you live, the more time I'll have to return to the capital! Hahahaha!! Die!! You damned bastard!!"

Before crushing the last ring, Egard drew his noble longsword from his waist and plunged it into Greer's chest.

Blood gushed out, large patches of crimson soaking through Greer's front. Before he could even react, he was kicked hard off the carriage by Aigard!

"Clap clap clap clap clap! Clap clap clap!!"

The raindrops pounded fiercely against the carriage windows, obscuring the view inside. Only a blurry shadow could be seen lying on the ground, receding into the distance.

"Bang!"

Aigard crushed the last ring containing the Grier slave contract, and watching the behemoth recede into the distance, the muscles in his face slowly relaxed. He roared at the coachman:

"If those guys can stall a little longer, just a little longer... Hey! You idiots, as long as you get me safely into the city, you can have women, wine, treasure, or a knighthood—take your pick!"

"Of course, it would be my pleasure to serve you, Your Excellency."

The coachman pulled down the brim of his cloak. A flash of lightning illuminated his somewhat sharp, long ears and his grass-green hair.