The chest armor of the Silver Knight closed, and the hoarse voice of the Third Seat became muffled again, then more footsteps sounded as one Silver Knight after another emerged from the shadows.
There was not only a legion of Silent Ones here.
...
"Oath City, Opus, my god, I can hardly remember when was the last time I came here."
Red Dog stuck his head out of the car window, looking around like a stranger visiting for the first time, his excitement unabashed in his expression.
"It was when the secret war ended, and you, nearly unconscious, were carried out by us."
In the spacious and comfortable business car, the voice of the Fourth Seat arose beside him, belonging to a dark-skinned, muscular man, whose whole body exuded rock-like strength.
"Oh? Is that so?" Red Dog replied nonchalantly, "I was unconscious, no wonder I don't remember much."
