Anyway, they now have plenty of Gold Crooks.
However, just as the two reached the entrance of 'Night Watcher's Home'—
"Wait!"
Several people who had been sitting silently in the corner of 'Night Watcher's Home' suddenly spoke up.
They stood up and walked over to Jason.
"Are you going to stand up for them?"
Jason asked, his eyes sizing up these people.
Compared to those who had just come forward, the people before him seemed more fitting of the 'Night Watcher' image.
Clad in cloaks, wearing leather armor underneath, carrying various weapons, with serious expressions and vigilant eyes.
Each radiated a powerful aura.
And facing Jason's scrutiny, these people expressed goodwill.
"Don't misunderstand, Lord Jason."
"We have nothing to do with those wastrels."
"Their lives are nothing more than idling away."
"As for us?"
"We still have our own mission."
The other party spoke, eyes filled with determination.
Jason nodded slightly.
