Within the hall, Falco sat behind the table, propping his chin with both hands while others stood around the table.
Charles sat at the opposite side of the table with Godfrey by his side. They were all gathered for a single reason, discussing how to get out of the dungeon, which would mean killing the boss.
"The boss is in the heart of the city, and with him is an army of two hundred armoured minotaurs, his main forces," Falco said, looking at the eyes of all of them, especially Godfrey's.
He had to admit, the kid flaunted a bit of his strength, and everyone had gathered to do what he said. Such strength at such an age was envious.
"What about the ones he killed? If you exclude them, doesn't that mean the Khan now has a hundred and sixty minotaurs?" someone hanging at the mezzanine railing asked.
