???
Still with the dead bugs?
You young folks really have no limits, huh!
Hearing Karos's words, Norson sprawled on the floor, desperately crawling toward the door.
If it weren't for the identities of these two young masters, he would've blasted them away with his magic long ago!
"You guys are really into this, aren't you?"
Watching Norson drag the two of them along toward the exit, Velen grew intrigued. He mentally commanded the system, "Have Red-Hair come over. He'll know what to do."
"Almost there! Almost out of this hellhole!"
Norson's hands trembled with excitement as he crawled. His head peeked out the door first.
And right at that moment, a blood-red scythe pressed coldly against the back of his neck.
"Crawl. Back. In."
"Or I'll slice that old head of yours clean off!"
"I'll be standing guard here. Anyone who dares defy the master's command—anyone who dares try escaping again—I'll chop their damn heads off!"
