It was as unbelievable as a cooked duck suddenly flying away... No, it was like the cooked duck leaping up and devouring the chef.
The curly-haired man didn't seem to believe it. He immediately stepped towards the door, apparently wanting to see the murdered butcher for himself. The people behind him made way and then followed. Only three or four people remained to guard the dark underground passage.
The facts, of course, wouldn't change just by taking a few more looks. The curly-haired man quickly returned, his face twisted with rage, and the group behind him also showed horrified expressions:
"Man is indeed dead."
"Was he really killed by the Holy Daughter? This has never happened before."
"What should we do next...?"
The leader immediately issued orders. He pointed to a few stronger-looking men: "The seven of you, come down with me and give chase..."
