Chapter 971: Slaughtering (1)
“What's the situation?”
“It's obvious, innit? I mean… No one's gonna come this way, anyway.”
“Watch what you say, bro. You’ll get into deep sh*t if one of Knight Leveaux’s people hears you.”
“Goddamn baguette-eating bastards…!”
Kendrick could only groan while glancing at Wilshere gritting his teeth away.
‘It’s not like I don’t understand his sentiment, but…’
Dissatisfaction among the Round Table's agents was running rampant right now. And its source could be traced back to the start of an unreasonably taxing guard duty for everyone here.
The area surrounding the Round Table's HQ was a dense forest meant to give off the impression that nothing but ancient trees existed here. Unless the visitor was specifically coming to the HQ, they would never guess that the base of a powerful organization existed in such a verdant forest. After all, believing that something man-made existed inside a seemingly uninhabited forest would be the domain of a nutjob, now wouldn't it?
First of all, there was poor visibility to contend with. The excessively dense foliage pretty much blocked the view in every direction. Without traveling on the road specifically constructed by the Round Table, one wouldn't even be able to guess where they were going.