In Lis's eyes, a team that looked like mercenaries was resting on the flat ground beside the brook.
Comprising five mercenaries of different professions, the team sat cross-legged on the ground, eating and drinking simply.
While quickly regaining their strength, they also vigilantly observed the surroundings.
In the middle of where the five were situated, two people dressed in black robes laid collapsed on the ground, their bodies thoroughly covered.
"Slave Catching Team indeed..."
Standing atop the ravine, Lis touched his chin with his right hand, sizing up the situation below.
Although his eyes did not possess the ability to see through things, the slim figures of the two in black robes suggested they were likely delicate elf girls.
Slave Catching Teams were always like this, each team small but made up of elites.
Because within the Elf Forest, no force could possibly confront the Elf Clan.