Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll-Chapter 89: A Deal Gone Wrong–3

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*GROWL!

*GROWL!

"Do you two ever shut up? Your beasts can barely bear with such yip yapping." The masculine voice of Drey could be heard, as he scowled at the two behind him. A young slaver and leader he was, having learnt all he knew from his mentors, the four brothers— especially Tham. His loyalty was solely to the Ferns, these ferns of course.

"We barely ever get out of the base, a little freedom wouldn’t hurt." One of them protested, the other joining in. "My eyes can’t wait to see the beauty of the great fortress of pleasure."

"Hah, are you sure you’re thinking about buildings here? I’m fine with juicing you boys up on the beauties of Renville, but no telling on me here or else..."

"Hahaha, trust us on that Drey— right?"

"Of course Drey, tell us how many you’ve had?"

"Had? Would that ever be possible? Didn’t you see me back there. Poor me almost got killed merely feasting my eyes."

"Hahaha!!" The trio broke into a round of laughter together.

"Come let me tell you, I’d definitely remember those pair of legs for a lifetime..." Ridding more closer to the other with their attention on Drey, none had notice the beast up in the air— a flight type.

*FLAP!

*KRAKAW!

*KRAKAW!

*FLAP!

Descending around a camp which had been set in a valley, men in orange and black armour and tabards being seen around it.

One of those in armour approached hovering the beast and it’s rider. "Scout?!" He exclaimed as he drew closer.

"East Wing, Sir! We have an incoming party, my report to the commander!" The rider responded, hurling down a parchment scroll afterwards.

"Good, return when there’s anything new!"

"Yes, Sir!"

*FLAP–FLAP!

*WHOOSH!

In the commander’s tent, a black and orange stripped one and also the largest around. Three figures could be seen around a map table, discussing their plans.

"Kitville has surrendered, the Danes have been thoughtful this time round, Big Jug Ann." A middle aged figure in a tabard stated, being much of an experienced warrior.

*YAWN!

A plump woman in black clothing seated at the edge of the table yawned loudly. Her features were feastables, yet none dared to look past her face all the time.

"I don’t care about whatever trashes you’ll have to take care of, make sure I get my castle up on Renville."

"Yes, Big Jug Ann." The middle aged man replied as the other opposite him spoke.

"Kitville would have to serve as a temporary abode while the construction commences."

"What?! You told me Helluval would fit, isn’t that an Umpiral stronghold in this district?"

"Well yes, but—"

"Don’t but me, i want Helluval and i want it now— capture it if its been taken! You hear me!" She barked at the two, not ready to settle for any other options.

"Big Jug Ann, please calm down. It’s just that, there’s been some issues there currently."

"Issues? Does Big Jug Trina’s underlings dare to not receive me?!"

"Well, there’s been a—" Suddenly they heard movement at the tents entrance, as the crossed spears were raised by the guards.

"My apologies on disturbing you, a scout’s report has arrived— it’s important you read it sir." A figure in armour handed over the parchment scroll, and with his head still down he left without another word.

"What does it say?" Big Jug Ann inquired of the middle aged man.

"It say’s there’s an approaching party of three, riders of saber–tooth jaguars. Possibly Slavers."

"Tham?!"

"Tham? Who’s that?" The two looked at each other, not recognizing the name.

"Are you still standing there, hurry!" They heard her yell from behind.

"Eh, when did she get there?!" The two went to grab their helms and swords, following after her out of the tent.

"Ah yes! There was another, I’ll never forget those two succulent melons she flashed at me— it was traumatizing as hell and..."

"Traumatizing???" One of his companions mumbled, trying to verify what he’d heard.

"Hush and listen, he’s in the moment!" The other cooed, their words going unheard by Drey who’s imagination ran wild as he spoke.

"...I’d drown in it for an eternity, haa. If only I could have gotten a one time feel, gosh it would have been more than enough. Haaa—mmm." Only the heavens knew how long he’d been trapped in his fantasy. However, it had come to an unfortunate end as he found himself slamming onto the cold and hard ground. "Ack!"

"Drey!! They are coming at you?!!"

’Coming at me? Coming?’ Everything was being processed slowly as he managed to get on his feet. Around him he could see dead men and beasts, most in orange and black armour while one of the beasts was his own.

*SWISH!

*SWISH!

Suddenly he dodged two bolts lazed with aura, finally opening his hearing to the sounds of battle.

Glancing around, he could see his comrades fighting on both sides around him, barely standing with innumerable bolts in them. While as they’d said earlier, coming at him after tossing a crossbow away was an older looking man.

*HAAAA!!

He cried out, reaching for his saber as his eyes lit up with a bronze flame. However, the figure coming at him wasn’t one he could tackle— reaching him and knocking him out in a split second.

"Ugh!" Drey’s eyes flattered open from a hit to his side.

"On your knees scum!" He was kicked again, dropping to his knees while his blurred vision slowly came back. There was aches all over and he could tell, they’ll trashed him despite being unconscious.

"Dre—are you... alright?!" A familiar voice was heard and he turned to look at his right, seeing his bloodied comrade.

"Ahhh, such loyalty eh— bleeding to death with his life hanging on a thin line. Yet the idiot thinks about you— haha!" A feminine voice was heard, as he could see a pair of feets before him— one belonging to a woman.

"Big Jug Ann..."

"Oh shut it, i can handle myself around these." The voice was heard again, with a hand coming to his chin and raising his head.

"Oh, not bad except with the blood and everything— not my type though."

"Do you ever have one?" Drey grunted between gritted teeth, recognizing the face before him.

"Say something, love?" Ann said with a smile, while her nails dug into his lower jaw.

"Bloody Umpirals!!"

"Oh, i don’t care about whatever feud you have, tell me where Tham Fern is?

"He’s dead." Drey replied almost instantly, seeing no reason to hold such info. "Now let us go!"

"That’s not happening after killing my men!!"

"Shut it, Kade! No talking when I’m talking!!"

"Yes Big—"

"Shut it already!!" She snapped at him.

"Now tell, who killed him? How did he die?"

"I don’t know, none of us know."

"Then who knows? Tell me?!" Drey gave no reply, as he wasn’t ready to betray his Guildmaster.

"Fine, I’ll find out myself!!" She let go of him and turned to leave.

"Get me what i want, Kade. No matter what it takes." She whispered into the middle aged man’s ears. "And you, round the army— we’re heading to Kitville."

"For killing my men, you’ll have to pacify it with your lives." Kade stepped forward after she’d finally left.

"Haven’t you already killed one of us!!"

"Shut up! Don’t beg for mercy from these, hunters! They don’t deserve an ounce of it!" Drey yelled at his comrade.

"Oh, i like this one— beheaded him first."

"Noo!!"

"Maybe this one instead, he’s too loud!" He ordered, turning to one of his men. "Who do we have in Kitville currently?"

"Trin, Sir. He’s loyal to the Umpirals."

"And?"

"He’ll definitely follow, Big Jug Ann’s command."

"Good then, deliver their heads to him and let him get a deal with these Slavers."

"A deal? With heads, Sir?"

"Of course, then what else?"

*CHUNG— CRACK— THUD!

"Ahh, that sweet sound as it disconnects. Love it eh?"

"Yes, yes sir."

"Amazing!! Hahahaa!!"

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