As the man was about to walk past Lotus, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Let him be," Lotus said before facing Godfrey.
"This place is as vast as a city, and there are hundreds of minotaurs waiting to tear us apart, and a group of fanatics trying to sniff us out. It’s best you stay up and wait."
She watched the man scowl and go back to his spot before walking away. "Falco will call for you," Lotus said finally before descending.
"I heard the boy is a high tier," another man said to the one with the bat. The one with the bat, who had a slightly bald head, scowled. "It won’t change a thing when I put a bullet through his skull."
A woman who had been watching the entire scene spat. "You’re right. He might be a high tier and the other a lord tier, but he’s still young and arrogant. All that is none of my concern. I’m just pissed off they’ll shorten our ration."
anwhile, inside one of the rooms, Godfrey finally couldn’t remain sitting, so he rose to his feet. "I’ll look around."
"Be careful!" Joy said as Godfrey walked out.
Percival chuckled. "It’s them who should be careful of him. With or without a summon, he’s not weak."
Everyone in the room glanced at Percival. They had seen how he effortlessly brought down the minotaurs, which could shove cars aside, but for him to speak so highly of Godfrey, it seed like Godfrey might be on par with him.
Outside, Charles and Falco, with the rest of their party who were seated around the rectangular table, saw Godfrey head for the rooftop. Not a second after he shut the door, the man with the bat stood up.
He, another man, and the woman all went to the sa place, their intention obvious.
Seeing this, Lotus rubbed her forehead. "Hey!" she snapped, glaring at the man and his cronies who had lost their sense of reason and wanted to gang up on a teenager.
The man froze, but Falco shook his head and waved at him. "Go along."
The man grinned and left through the door.
"What are you doing?!" Charles almost lost it.
"He won’t die. He’s a high tier; I just want to know what his summon is. The next would be the blue-haired one."
Charles rose to his feet and angrily ascended the zzanine. When he got close to the door, sothing suddenly slamd it from the other side, and the tal door caved in!
Alard, Charles pushed the door open and saw the man with the bat on the floor with a bloodied face, teeth lost, nose broken.
He was the one who slamd the door. The other two sprawled on the ground with disfigured faces. Charles’ eyes t Godfrey’s.
The teenager flexed his fist, eyeing him as if he was possibly the next target.
Charles felt his spine grow cold. This teenager had taken out three people in such a short amount of ti without his summon and with one blow each.
’He’s no ordinary kid,’ Charles concluded.
"They’re all half-dead; you didn’t show rcy."
Godfrey raised an eyebrow. "That’s a concept that only exists back on Earth. There, I can only be reactive and within limits to avoid breaking the law. But here, in the lawless expanse of this dungeon, if I’m not ruthless enough, I’ll be dead."
"Dungeon hunting isn’t a new thing for you, I see. You’re quite rational for a teenager," Charles said, walking past Godfrey to the edge of the roof before sighing.
"This should be the 27th in the outside world, right?"
"No. It’s the 24th."
Godfrey’s reply made Charles’ eyes widen. "But I ca here on the 24th. Around 10 a.m., my group left the guild."
"I left my house around 1 p.m. It’s just been three hours." Godfrey’s reply made Charles gasp.
"An hour outside is a day here. So it’s just been three hours outside and three days in here! Thank God!" Charles burst into light-hearted laughter.
"I thought I’d been away from my little girl for three days! It’s just been three hours, work ti isn’t even over!" His voice was loud, and so was his laughter as it echoed through the empty streets.
Suddenly, a roar ca from afar. Charles imdiately lost his light-hearted mood as he spotted a minotaur with an enormous butcher knife heading toward them.
It wasn’t alone. The street behind it was soon full of minotaurs, about forty of them in total. Their black horns, curving upward, glead like black steel, and their eyes glowed with cruel intelligence.
"Co inside. I and the rest of my party will handle this," Charles said as he was about to rush inside, but he found Godfrey still standing at the edge.
"There’s no need to trouble them."
As Godfrey spoke, a diagram flared beside him. The mont Charles set his eyes on the knight, whose helt had no eye hole, no visor, but just a blade-like crown at the top of the helt and a bow bigger than him, his expression changed.
Ballista suddenly beca crimson, and ten more portals of swirling gold appeared behind him. From them, ten towering Bow Knights stepped out.
The sight of them, regal golden knights with fluttering cloaks and giant bows, put Charles’ mind in a state of shock.
All of them nocked their massive bows, and with thunderous sounds of the bowstrings, large arrows were launched.
None of the minotaurs expected it, and neither was their bulk of any use. It seed like the creator of such a long-range company made them for the specific purpose of foes with great size.
Each arrow struck with an unexpectedly powerful force, slamming minotaurs off their feet. So arrows pierced through three at once; so lodged them to the wall.
Ballista aid at the one with the butcher knife. His first arrow spun, making a stunning curve right through the neck of a minotaur and striking the butcher minotaur.
It staggered backward, a huge arrow protruding from its chest. In an instant, another pierced through, followed by another, sending the minotaur into the air.
Mid-air, it saw another arrow which pierced through the center of its head, punching through the hard skull that had deflected bullets like it was foam.
Charles could barely believe his eyes as he stared at the corpses of forty minotaurs lying dead in their pool of blood, with tall arrows sticking out of their bodies.
The Bow Knights looked around as if searching for more targets, they had barely ward up. How was this different from practice?
Charles knew those forty minotaurs. Each had great strength; at least they were able to shove cars that weighed a ton aside, and to kill all forty with such ease was impossible for him.
Godfrey frowned when he heard the sound of a gun. With a slow turn, he saw one of Charles’ guild mbers pointing his rifle at him, sweat beads dripping down from his head.
He wore a horrified expression. "Have you gone through the Readjustnt Class, or have you fed?"
The man asked, his finger ready to hit the trigger at the slightest movent.
"Put the gun down!" Charles bellowed, alard, as Ballista and all ten Bow Knights gathered before Godfrey and aid at the man.
"I said put it down!" Charles yelled for the second ti.
"Readjustnt Class? Fed? What’s that?" Godfrey’s question made the guild mber lower his gun with a perplexed look.
This kid had no idea about the two ends of a humanoid summoner?!
***
The people from the building gathered at the rooftop, whispering amongst themselves in shock as they watched the guild party move through the corpses.
Lotus pulled out an arrow from three minotaurs and turned to the gold-haired teenager in a sweatshirt, standing beside Percival, both of whom were at the front of the crowd at the rooftop.
"He did this?!" she gasped.
"Can we go after the boss now?" Godfrey asked in a loud voice so they could hear him.
"There’s no need to. With the number of corpses here, Khan will co straight to us with his army. Even worse, Cain’s Fanatics will also co here, and they’ll surely spare you since you’re a humanoid summoner like a good number of them," Falco replied with clenched teeth.
"He helped us, and you speak to him in such a manner?" Charles frowned.
Falco glared at him. "This is all your fault. Our hideout has been exposed, and that too by a boy who hasn’t gone through the Readjustnt Program. He can go rogue!" he hissed.
"The minotaurs were close; they would have sniffed us out, and at such close range, forget the hideout, we would have lost lives," Lotus retorted calmly.
"I have a hundred more of these knights. Just point in the right direction, and I’ll go check out the boss."
Falco’s ears rang like a bomb had exploded within his vicinity.
"...?!"
He couldn’t even produce a word. Even Percival doubted his ears. A hundred Bow Knights and all of them were tier 5.0, almost high tiers!
If this was true, Godfrey was a walking, breathing dungeon.
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