Chapter 94 Bad Blood

A very serious atmosphere can be felt at the terminal near the abandoned cathedral. The cause of it all is the arrival of a certain guild from Lavierre Kingdom. A guild that shouldn't crossed the border unless they have reasonable cause.

The dwarves and elves in particular are giving the newly arrived group of people a disdainful look. Some of them even spit at the ground the moment it passes them. Cleo and his party on the other hand kept their distance as to not attract the attention of the newly arrived guild.

"What's the matter Cleo, why are we hiding?" Anna asked in confusion.

Cleo didn't answer the inquiry of Anna but instead focus his full attention at the man named Siegfried. At this moment he already switch his replicated skill from Draconian Protection into Reaper's Eyes.

He's being cautious ever since he copied the ability of the protector albeit he's not absolutely certain, he felt that the protector sensed his ability of replication when he used it at her.

"Hey Valerie, do you know that man named Siegfried?" Cleo asked without removing his focus at the man in question.

Siegfried is most probably at his early 60s, base on the whitening of his hair and beard. He have this gentle look on his face, its like a grandfather that's ready to spoil his grandchildren rotten.

"That's Siegfried? The Siegfried from Angelus Guild? How did you know his name?" Valerie asked back a barrage of questions. She and most of the people from the Lavierre Kingdom knew the names of all of the God's Chosen however not all of them got to have a chance to meet them in person.

"I heard one of the dwarves mention his name." Cleo quickly thought of an excuse as to not reveal his borrowed ability from Leah. "What do you know about Angelus Guild?" he added. Hoping to find an answer to his question so that he can properly assess on how to interact with this old man. The previous old man he interacted with ended up wanting to marry his granddaughter to him despite his blatant rejection.

"I don't like him darling, I don't know I just got this feeling." Leah intervened while clutching Cleo's left arm.

"What's wrong Leah? Don't worry about him too much. Angelus Guild are famous for being charitable and generous at the less fortunate. Their Guild is even located near the slums of Lavierre Kingdom." Valerie said once she heard Leah's doubts.

As much as Cleo wants to listen to what Valerie is saying, he knew Leah for a long time now, she is not the type of person that will just easily say those kinds of words towards another person, especially to someone they just met today.

"Let's just avoid him for now. Let's focus on..."

Cleo's words was interrupted by a loud shout that came from the direction of the man that they're observing at the distance.

"You and your guild mates are not welcome here!" A ragged looking dwarf with auburn hair and beard shouted while pointing at Siegfried.

"Thrarael, my old friend!" Siegfried said while preparing to hug the ragged looking dwarf.

"Don't you dare touch me, you blasphemous man!" Thrarael retorted while drawing his huge hammer.

Siegfried's guild mates saw the dwarf's action and draw their weapons as well.

"Why don't we all calm down for old time's sake?" Siegfried said, trying to de-escalate the situation he himself caused at the first place by provoking Thrarael.

"Why don't you carry yourself and your guild mates ass out of here instead?" Thrarael retorted. Some of the dwarves behind Thrarael can't fully stop themselves from letting out a little giggle at the insult thrown by their leader.

Feeling the inevitable confrontation, Cleo check Thrarael status to see how he will fare against a God's Chosen.

[Thrarael] [Lv. 60]

[Race: Dwarf]

[Job: Weaponsmith]

[Class Skill]

Hammer Master | Throw: Gold | Throw: Ores | Bash | Revolving Strike | Forge: Weapon | Enchant: Lava | Overpowering Crush | Arsenal Barrage

Upon checking the dwarf's status and skills, Cleo is not confident that he will stand a chance against Siegfried who is more than 20 levels ahead of him and has the advantage of being a God's Chosen.