Final Edge Guild!

When Stark heard the voice, he looked in that direction.

He saw a fat man and a man with a ferocious scar on his face, who was looking at him.

There was a group of people next to him. Their coats were engraved with dagger patterns.

The group of people walked in front of Stark.

"Final Edge Guild."

Stark raised his eyebrows.

He recognized them at a glance.

They were Harlan and the other members of the Final Edge Guild that he had been looking for in the Wildlands forest.

He did not expect that they would wait for him at the entrance of the Wildlands Forest.

A man wearing a purple robe walked out from the crowd of the Final Edge Guild.

His aura was mighty, and he was noble as a prince.

How could Stark not recognize this person?

It was Harlan, who had disappeared from the Wildlands Forest.

Just as Stark was about to speak, a voice came from the crowd.