Chapter 25
On the outskirts of the city's outer ring, a group of farmers appeared to be preparing for something.
They were carrying a variety of tools—hoes, rakes, machetes, bows, traps, food, and various other supplies. Each person carefully checked their belongings with focused attention.
Meanwhile, a few individuals stood in small clusters, glancing around anxiously.
"Damn it, where the hell is Bravus? Didn't we agree to leave at dawn? The sun's already up, and he's still nowhere to be seen!"
"Exactly! That guy has no sense of punctuality. Who does he think he is, making all of us wait around like this? Arrogant bastard!"
"Yeah, ever since he got that perfume, he's been acting all high and mighty!"
Grumbling voices echoed from all directions. Arthur stood off to the side, silently observing the growing unrest. He occasionally stepped in to calm those getting too riled up. He wasn't happy about Bravus' tardiness either, but as the saying goes: under someone else's roof, you bite your tongue.
After all, nearly half of the group's recent prosperity could be traced back to Bravus.
Without his contributions, these greedy, impatient farmers would never have waited for someone they considered worthless.
So, Arthur simply let things run their course.
Time passed, and by the time the clock struck nine, frustration had reached its peak. Just as they were about to give up and assume they'd been stood up—Bravus finally arrived.