Then suddenly, the wolf lunged at Bastien and sank its sharp teeth into his shoulder. However, instead of screaming in pain, the corners of Bastien's lips went up.
"You bite me, so I'll bite you too!"
He shouted. And then the wolf's desperate cry rang out. At the sight, Ezechiele sweated profusely. Deep in his heart, he promised himself never to fight like that.
The situation of the foreigners who had arrived in the harbor district was truly miserable. They looked exactly like refugees who had abandoned their homeland, dirty and starving. However, that was not the biggest problem they faced in this foreign land. The biggest problem was the weather in this country. Even though the harbor district was not as cold as the central regions, for them, who lacked so much of what they needed for winter, such as thick clothes, it was extremely cold.
