Both Anlim and Klar hung their heads in shame, tacitly admitting the truth of Glen's words.

Even the two young girls, as naive as they were, understood that Glen's words just now were the truth. They instantly felt an even deeper sense of revulsion towards the two men in the cage, and their perception of Glen was once again transformed.

"Come now, gentlemen. Where have you hidden that young lady?" Glen inquired.

Anlim, completely disheartened, replied dejectedly,"In a cave at the end of the road ahead."

Upon hearing this, Glen tore open the cage and sliced through the ropes binding the two men with his fingernails, stating,"Lead the way. You shall rescue her yourselves."

"Glen, why did you release them? Wouldn't it be better to leave them here to perish?" Leaves asked resentfully.

Glen merely responded,"You'll understand shortly."

Moments later.

The group arrived at the peculiarly - treated cave. Glen could already detect the presence of people within, and it was evident that there was more than one.

Under his menacing gaze, Anlim and Klar reluctantly made their way to either side of the cave, as if operating some sort of mechanism.

The cave emitted a dull, grating sound, and Glen knew that the cage inside had been opened.

Glen pulled the two young girls back and said,"Step back a bit. There's going to be quite a spectacle shortly."

"Spectacle?" Leaves was thoroughly perplexed.

Just as she finished speaking, a woman's enraged shout echoed from within the cave:"Anlim! How dare you return!"

A lithe figure burst out of the cave. Her vivid red hair was tied up in a high ponytail, glistening brightly in the sunlight. She launched a flying kick straight towards Anlim's face, who was closest to her!

Under normal circumstances, Anlim would have been able to dodge this kick. After all, the woman had been weakened significantly during her days of confinement. However, both he and Klar had endured even greater hardships.

The iron - soled lady's shoe landed squarely on his haggard visage, causing a sudden eruption of nosebleeds, and he was sent hurtling backwards.

Several armored men also rushed out of the cave, charging towards Klar.

The two men, who had just been liberated from the goblins, were promptly pinned to the ground and pummeled by those emerging from the cave.

The pitiful scene made the two young girls, watching from a short distance away, cover their eyes, only peeking through their fingers.

Glen, on the other hand, watched with great relish.

Finally, the woman with the vivid red hair, perhaps exhausted from her assault, planted her foot on Anlim's bruised and swollen face, her hands on her hips as she gasped for breath.

She was a woman with a somewhat fierce countenance, yet undeniably beautiful, and her figure was such that it would make men salivate, despite the dirt and ash smudging her face and body at the moment.

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After catching her breath for a moment, she finally turned her gaze towards the three in the distance and said heartily,"It was you who taught these two scoundrels a lesson and compelled them to come and rescue us, wasn't it? Thank you sincerely!"

Glen took a few steps forward, glanced at the others emerging from the cave, and asked,"I don't recall these two mentioning anyone else apart from you?"

A trembling hand was raised, and Anlim, his mouth pinned down, struggled to say,"I didn't say there was only..."

But before he could finish, the woman above lifted her leg and stomped down forcefully, even grinding it slightly, and said,"Who gave you permission to speak?"

Anlim let out a muffled groan. His raised hand trembled and then dropped.

That must have been excruciating... Glen offered a momentary moment of silence for this unfortunate soul.

At this point, they heard the woman in front of them explain,"These are all my attendants. My family insists that I bring them along on every adventure."

Glen nodded in understanding, cast a glance at Anlim on the ground, and said,"You can handle the rest of the matter yourselves. We have other matters to attend to, so we'll be taking our leave."

He turned to depart with the two young girls, but the woman called out to him:

"Wait a moment. Let's get acquainted. You may address me as Bloodfang. And what might your name be?"

Bloodfang? That rings a bell... Glen pondered briefly and then recalled. He remembered that the tall and robust woman he had encountered in the tavern previously had identified herself as Bloodaxe. She, too, had red hair, though not as vibrant as Bloodfang's.

"Do you know a woman named Bloodaxe?" Glen probed tentatively.

Bloodfang was initially taken aback, then exclaimed in delight,"You know Bloodaxe? She's my sister! I haven't seen her in ages!"

As expected, there's a connection... Glen merely smiled and said,"We only met once. I commissioned her to assist me in hunting magical beasts at the time, and I haven't seen her since."

Upon hearing this, Bloodfang wasn't overly disappointed. She suddenly stepped forward and slung her arm around Glen's shoulder, speaking as if to an old friend,"Since you know my sister, then we're friends too! You simply must come to my home. I'll ensure you have such a wonderful time that you won't want to leave!"

Although this young lady wasn't as burly as her sister, her temperament was even more forthright. She seemed to regard Glen as anything but the opposite sex.

This overly - familiar gesture truly astounded Glen.

So Glen placed his hand on her shoulder in return and said,"We can discuss that later. I've noticed that there's one aspect in which you and your sister differ."

"What's the difference?" Bloodfang queried, looking puzzled.

"I have the impression that you hail from a prominent family, yet your sister gave me the impression of being more like a commoner. Why is that?"

When Glen had met the tall woman previously, he had taken note of her attire and equipment, which didn't seem overly luxurious.

Moreover, she had appeared rather disheveled at the time. If she had one or two attendants, she likely wouldn't have been in such a state.

Upon hearing this question, Bloodfang let out a bitter laugh and said,"This is somewhat of a family scandal. I probably shouldn't be saying this..."

"Miss Shamorettiz!" Several attendants immediately interjected to caution her.

But Bloodfang's tone took on a mischievous edge:"But I'm going to say it anyway."

The attendants were left speechless, and they were now contemplating whether to silence her.

Glen sensed their murderous intent and turned to the attendants, saying,"I advise you not to entertain any ill - conceived notions. My teacher is a fifth - level magician."

These words elicited a fit of coughing from the attendants, and they nearly dropped to their knees in embarrassment.

A fifth - level magician was a being they might not encounter even once in their lifetimes. To target the apprentice of such a powerful figure was tantamount to courting disaster.

"No wonder you were able to deal with these scoundrels like Anlim. So you have such a formidable teacher!" Bloodfang exclaimed in surprise.

"Modesty, modesty." Glen assumed an air of pride while attempting to downplay his teacher's prowess.

This sent Bloodfang into fits of laughter,"Hahaha... You're truly amusing! I've never come across anyone quite like you, hahaha..."

Leaves tugged at Glen's clothing, saying angrily,"Is she laughing at our teacher?"

Glen couldn't resist pinching the young girl's cheek and said,"No, she's laughing at me."

"Why is she laughing at you?" Leaves persisted, still irate.

"Because I just told a joke." Glen casually dismissed the question and then patted Bloodfang on the back, saying,"All right, stop laughing. It's time to get down to business."