pointing out flaws here and there."
Horny Beast got animated, his emotions flaring as he recounted his experience:
"Who does he think he is, daring to criticize the weapons made by dwarven craftsmen?
I immediately argued with him; that jerk even tried to hit me..."
"Horny Beast!" Wanderer interjected, "Usually, such issues can be resolved with two or three silver coins."
"I didn't have two or three silver coins to give him! If I had money, it was the clan's,"
Horny Beast slapped his chest, his face fearless:
"We didn't even exchange a few words before I got into a fight with him, beating him until he cried out,
and then he called in many helpers, and I was the one crying out..."
"What happened next?"
"Then a pale-skinned half-orc came, smiled at me, and knocked me out...
When I woke up, I was on a carriage, and all I saw were you lot of jerks..."
"An unusual experience, it's hard to say whether it's lucky or unlucky."
Wanderer laughed heartily, and the whole team joined in.
"Cleber!" Blazing pointed at the person with the most disgusting smile and asked loudly, "How did you end up here?"
Cleber was taken aback, then replied with an ingratiating smile, "Me... let's talk about it later, shall we?"
Wanderer wore a genuinely smiling face: "Do you think we're going to give you that chance?"
After saying that, he made a gesture, and the whole team stood up in unison, surrounding Cleber.
Just as they were about to take action, Captain Anemia stood at the entrance and interrupted the rookies' joyful moment with a command.
"Squad, assemble—prepare to depart!"
The rookies exchanged glances, gathered their gear, and one by one, they walked out of the tent.
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