By the time Hofklo stepped down from the carriage, the two had already perished.
To this, Hofklo turned a blind eye.
He paid high wages, naturally accepting the risks.
Both of them understood this: the salary was money for their lives.
No one enjoys life while receiving a high salary?
"What do you want to do?"
Hofklo lowered his voice, questioning the 'Shepherd'.
This was the restraint of the contract.
It directly affected his body.
Therefore, he appeared as usual.
"Give me the 'Herculean Potion'."
The 'Shepherd', dressed in a large cloak that completely concealed his face, said lightly.
"Do you know what it represents?"
Hofklo threatened the 'Shepherd'.
"Just a lucky 'Night Watcher' lad!"
"Have you 'Tomb Guardians' become so weak that you need the protection of 'Night Watchers'?"
The 'Shepherd' chuckled softly.
"It's not protection, just cooperation!"
Hofklo emphasized.
"Hmm, cooperation... then you can die!"
As soon as the words fell, the 'Shepherd' disappeared.
