They all knew what business the young man was referring to. The burly man had talked about this before, it was human trafficking. There was nothing valuable in a poor place like Kegmo, so the only valuable resource was manpower. Surprisingly, there were a hundred n in the village militia who fought a long battle before finally surrendering.
There were about a thousand villagers in Kegmo. They could already earn quite a lot by just selling a tenth of the population away. Plus, the risks of the trade were low. It was more cost-effective than robbing a nobles convoy.
The burly man spat on the ground viciously and said, We havent settled on a decision yet. White Wolf wants to have all the profits to himself!
Shall we teach him a lesson? The young man moved his fingers slightly. By the look of his slender fingers, it was easy to tell that he was an expert in using knives, small ones in particular for surprise attacks. The young man had two hobbies - playing with won and killing. He relished watching others die slowly in fear.
The other bandits were on the sa page with him. Although they couldnt understand why their boss wanted to do business all of a sudden, killing people was their occupation. Ever since theyd acquired impetus, they felt that they were different from ordinary people. With the increase in their strength, killing people when things werent going their way had beco second nature to them.
No way! refused the burly man imdiately. White Wolf was a low-rank Knecht with his own n too. Even though the burly man's group was strong, they might not be able to defeat White Wolf.
Ill go and talk to him again in two days ti, said the burly man annoyedly. Hed already planned to give so of his profits up. After all, it was his first ti doing human trafficking, so he just treated it as learning the ropes of the trade. Although he hadnt studied much, hed been in the underworld for a long ti, so he was quite knowledgeable on the way things were done here.
It seed like the burly man didnt want to continue this conversation, so the other bandits went back to playing their cards. At this mont, a voice was heard coming from outside the room. It penetrated through the walls as if soone was speaking right next to their ears.
Kegmo Bandits? It sounded like it was a young mans voice.
Whos there? The burly man and the young man stood up instantly. Both of them felt a chill down their spine as they could tell that the speaker was a powerful person. The bandits in the room picked up their weapons one after another.
Huh, it seems like Ive found the right people. Goodbye then! As the bandits were still wondering why hed said goodbye, an orange fireball fell from the sky.
Swords were scattered everywhere in the pale room, still being held tightly by their owners hands. Only the bandits arms were left on the ground; nobody knew where their other body parts went. Angelina held onto the tree for support as she vomited.
Its not that bad, its just the bodies of a dozen people, said Locke helplessly.
anwhile, the crystal scorpiondrake was feasting on a bunch of grilled at. This at was more tender than the ones itd eaten before, and it would prefer to eat this kind of at in the future. When Angelina finally stopped vomiting, she felt the happiness her pet was experiencing through her ntal link. When she turned to look, she vomited again, this ti more profusely.
The Kegmo Bandits were easily dealt with. Locke took his wand out, cast the last Fireball, and blew up the room. The two low-rank Knechts suffered the most from it. One of them lost half of his body and died on the spot, whereas the other lost his legs in the explosion. Locke walked up to him later on and sliced his head off.
The real battle only started when they dealt with the ordinary bandits who tried to escape once they realised that they were in danger. Locke had killed two-thirds of them and Angelina took care of the rest. As a low-rank Lehrling, shed learned a few combat spells. Fireball was one of them, but its launching speed and power intensity were weaker than Joaquins.
After cleaning up the battlefield, both of them hurriedly left the place. Theyd wiped out the Kegmo Bandits in less than two hours; Angelina couldnt believe that the mission was so simple.
Will this help you improve? asked Angelina in the carriage.
Ive underestimated their strength. The burly man whod survived the explosion was close to a mid-rank Knecht, so I decided to use that wand, explained Locke.
The low-rank Knecht didnt even die on the spot after the Fireball, having only lost two legs from the attack. Locke was impressed with his tenacity. Even he could never resist a high-ranked spell without any magic equipnt or armour on him.
Angelina rembered the burly man. He was the one who continued to fight with Locke before he was beheaded even though both of his legs were broken. He would make a great soldier in an army. But she stopped thinking about it after a while because his head was still in her spatial ring. It sent chills down her spine.
Diana and the other captives hid in the ruins the entire ti. They only ca out of hiding after Locke and Angelina left. Theyd never seen spells before and didn't know about the existence of casters. But today was a day that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
When Locke and Angelina fought with the bandits, they tried to get as far away as possible from the group of won so that they wouldnt be affected by the spells. It made the biggest impression on Diana as she was the closest to Locke when he cast the spell with his wand. She witnessed the entire process of the huge fireball destroying the whole room in an instant.
She trembled as she watched the two mysterious people leave after exterminating all the bandits as she admired how powerful they were.
It took them a month to arrive there, and another month to return ho. Aomar was great, but its territory was too large. Locke had to waste a month in the carriage just for the return trip. Though Bob had already given him the horses as he promised, he didnt want to ride them. He wasnt keen on riding a horse for one month straight no matter how good the saddle was.
I think you shouldnt et for the next two missions, said Locke.
Angelina nodded after thinking about it for a while. It wasnt because she was afraid of watching violent scenes with blood everywhere. Her ntal fortitude could be considered rather strong as shed already adapted to the gore after experiencing it once.
She had to carry out experints and go to classes. Unlike knights who needed a lot of training and field experience, casters preferred to spend their ti in their own laboratories. Performing experints was the fastest way to improve their strength.
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