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Adrian thought of the medieval age. They said heavy infantries were those who shouted the loudest to compensate for their slow speed.

But what the heck with this guy?

On the other hand, Tristan reeled from the incessant chatter of this gunman. He thought gunmen were people who were cool and men of few words.

But what the heck with this guy?

Nevertheless, the two understood each other’s plight. They didn’t know what actually happened to each other but they guessed the reason.

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The end of the world.

Pshk. Tristan held his broadsword and turned himself into a spinning top. With one fell swoop, the jumping Ground Scorpions were slain!

The man caught his breath before using his sword to write on the sand.

“You are useless.”

This made Adrian both embarrassed and speechless.

“You shouldn’t have come.” The former continued.

Adrian shook his head “I know what I wanted to do. Anyway, are we the only ones?”

Tristan nodded before shaking his head. He then wrote something. “The time is ripe. We should continue and not wait anymore.”

Adrian knew that if anyone wanted to join, they were either dead or delayed. He shrugged.

Patting the hot steel, Adrian put a grin and show-off his gun. “Don’t worry, give me a clear view, and bam! I’ll shoot that bastard with one bullet!”

Tristan covered his face in second-hand embarrassment. Adrian exhaled to cool himself.

“The redness in my face is due to the heat. Heat!”

Tristan gave a thumbs up to the ashamed Adrian.

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