“Listen to Bilius, brethren, and bring the things in. He is our true chief disciple!” shouted the fellow who was just beaten, then took the initiative to begin moving.
Seeing this, the others began to lend a helping hand.
Soon, the rations that were just moved out were moved back in again.
Sigurd was purple with rage, but he could not do a thing against them as they were Ebenez’s disciples, who would undoubtedly not take it kindly if he were to lay a finger on them. Though Sigurd was the chief disciple in Hosen’s absence, Ebenez was somebody he did not dare cross.
Sigurd shot Jared a helpless glance, indicating that he had done the best he could; Bilius’ return had been an unexpected turn of events.
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