"I don't care who you are, Margery has caught our eye. This is our turf, get lost."

Two Night Watchers looked at Lurik.

Lurik gazed at this group of thugs, took a deep breath, and said, "We don't want trouble. If you don't want to die, then get lost."

"Huh?"

Broken Finger stared at the three.

A Dwarf wore Heavy Armor, carrying a Longsword on his back.

The Dwarf moved normally in Heavy Armor; there was nothing strange about it.

As for the two humans, they're probably wearing armor, but at most, it's Light Armor.

Night Watchers, due to different Professions, wear slightly different Armor.

However, most human Night Watchers wearing Light Armor typically layer a simple robe on top.

Wearing armor might make them formidable.

But bear in mind, there are over 20 people on this side.

Broken Finger sneered, shifting his stance slightly.

Two sturdy humans stepped forward, clad in armor, with Longswords at their waists.

The Night Watchers recognized this Armor.

It's worn by soldiers from Cohen Kingdom's frontline.

It seems the defeat at the frontline and the fall of much of the Kingdom's territory affected many.

"You're quite bold, but this is our territory! Whatever you want to do here must be approved by us."

"Take action, don't kill anyone."

Lurik didn't bother saying much.

Once the order was given,

The two Night Watchers charged ahead without hesitation.

Their speed was so fast, the thugs hadn't foreseen it at all.

Moreover, they hadn't expected that so few would directly confront them.

The moment they charged, the two human soldiers still hadn't drawn their swords before being sent flying.

They were knocked directly, flying backward into the crowd of thugs.

Screams erupted instantly.

The two Night Watchers rampaged through the mob of thugs.

Almost one punch per person.

Swift and clean, with hardly any thug able to react.

Random attacks were utterly unthreatening.

In less than a minute, the twenty-odd thugs plus those two soldiers were all down.

The severely injured were unconscious.

But some remained awake, continually moaning.

Broken Finger was left standing, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

Staring at Lurik, his mouth was trembling, unable to articulate complete words.

Lurik simply raised his hand to wave.

"Get lost."

That person nodded repeatedly, scrambling and crawling away.

Clearly, the Night Watchers showed restraint in their actions.

The thugs who could move, dragged those who couldn't and quickly fled, moaning.

After dealing with them,

Lurik turned towards the door.

The door had already been opened.

Margery stood at the door, shielding her two daughters, saying, "Come in."

She understood the current situation well.

Seeing through the doorway, how just two people among them easily repulsed so many.

Much less the leader, Lurik.

Lurik nodded apologetically, "Sorry."

This eased Margery's anxiety; if they meant harm, there was no need to act so gently.

The three entered the house.

Two young girls, about ten years old, clung to Margery's legs, tilting their heads to watch them.

Round big eyes held fear and curiosity.

One Night Watcher evidently interested in children, stuck his tongue out at the girls, making a funny face.

The braver one couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, if you haven't mistaken me for someone else, can you tell me why me?"

Margaret couldn't understand.

"As you see, I'm just a poor woman living in a slum. With two daughters, my husband left long ago.

I've no education, and aside from some Sewing, I have no skills.

Furthermore, despite Sewing, I can't even do it well anymore."

As she spoke, she briefly showcased her hands.

There were visible pale blue streaks, making her arms look abnormal.

Lifting them made her hands tremble slightly, seemingly beyond control.

After a long breath and saying all this, she stepped back slowly, guarding her daughters against the wall, watching Lurik and the others.

The wariness in her eyes hardly diminished.

Lurik coughed.

"We can heal your arms. You're a Master of Sewing, perhaps you don't know.

But your skill and talent in this area have been recognized by our Leader, who sent us to offer you an olive branch.

All we ask is for you to join us, after your arms are healed, to display your rightful abilities."

Lurik said straightforwardly.

Margery looked at Lurik, frowning, yet unable to hide the surprise in her eyes.

Most astonishing was someone knowing she's a Master of Sewing.

Even for herself, it was only in recent years she'd realized.

In her youth, she only loved tailoring-related crafts.

Her skills stemmed merely from an Apprentice experience in her childhood.

With growth, her talent grew more prominent, yet neither she nor anyone else noticed.

Until her arms became troublesome, just unable to execute delicate tasks, though still capable of doing rough ones.

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