Master Benton, riding a wolf with blood-like hair, stood in front of the Crimson Wolves and scowled gently as he heard Roger's yell.
"Sorcerer. The Crests have a sorcerer. Roger, that wasn't in the information you gave us. Asking the Crimson Wolves to kill a sorcerer is going to cost you extra." Master Benton, the gang's leader, yelled across the battlefield.
"Are you going to blackmail me now and raise the price, Benton?"
Roger was irritated, and if it had not been for Randy's warning, he would have gone on his own.
"How can it be a blackmail when we, the Crimson Wolves, have always acted with a fair price? If we learn that the other party possesses a sorcerer, on top of that, a wind and fire genius sorcerer, we must up the price to at least 80,000 gold coins."
Master Benton was not
