"Matthews?!" Andrea's expression didn't change, but her voice seemed to squeeze through clenched teeth, "What are your men doing here?"
"Heh, of course, they're here for that Holy Temple Knight wanted by the Church Court." A small mustachioed man entered, a Great Sword and a Short Sword hooked at his waist.
Behind him, light armor warriors wielding sword and shields entered in single file, subtly confronting the Gothic Knights.
"Thinking of crossing swords here?" Andrea sneered, "Best two out of three, and the loser withdraws?"
"Don't joke." Squad Leader Matthews replied with a mocking tone, "Even if we win, would you Steel Cross really withdraw obediently?"
"Of course." Andrea said righteously, "We Steel Cross always keep our word. Unlike you Free Wind, who've often flip tables after negotiations."
"Are these also mercenaries?" Nora asked softly from behind the crowd.
