"What do you think you're "
"They have been following you."
Rosalind froze. She recalled the people from the night before. Were they the sa people?
"They are local bandits," he continued.
"Are you going to kill them?"
"There is no need to waste my energy in dealing with thugs."
"Then" she looked at him. He just told them they are going hunting, right? What could that possibly an?
"Let's wait."
"Wait for what?"
As if on cue, a howl reverberated around the area and the group imdiately quietened down.
"The noise was ant to attract more beasts," the Duke whispered.
"Aren't they from the North?" she could not help but ask. Northerners knew how to survive in the North and knowing that the noise was going to attract the attention of the beast was part of surviving in this part of the continent.
"The beasts do not attack the towns because this town has sorcerers that are working with the mayors."
Rosalind looked at him. What did he just say? There are people openly working with sorcerers?
"Surprised?" he chuckled. "Faith in the Goddess is different in this part of the continent."
"I can see that" Rosalind said. In response, the Duke got sothing from his pocket and then started blowing it. Rosalind frowned when she was not able to hear anything.
"Only beasts can hear it," he explained. Rosalind's expression changed.
"Are you trying to call the beasts?"
"Why not? I told you I am not wasting energy on handling them."
This man was very cruel, but Rosalind said nothing. Clearly, this group of people was the ones who burned that convoy that Sheng was traveling in. For a second ti, the Duke blew the small whistle before he held her waist and jumped into the air. They landed on one of the larger branches of a tree. From there, she could easily see the group of people that were still singing and laughing.
Unbeknownst to them, calamity was about to befall them.
Now that they were in a higher position, the Duke and Rosalind could clearly hear what those people were talking about.
"Leader, I saw that woman with the white hair. I believe only the leader deserves a woman like that!" one of the bandits said.
"The mont they leave town we should take the woman with us. Have the leader enjoy that woman and then we can have so fun too."
"Stop that," the man that they had been calling leader hissed. "Did you really think I would share at like that? Hahahaha.." He laughed, his voice echoed, and his shoulders shook. "That woman will beco my wife."
"Leader, you already have seven wives! Why don't you share one of your wives with us?"
"Alright. Alright. You can choose one of the ones at ho, but that white-haired woman is mine!"
"As expected, the leader is very generous!"
"Hahahahaha"
"Hahahahaha"
Rosalind could not believe her ears. Did they really think they could just take her away? These people are not human. They are pigs!
"In the North, polygamy is pretty normal. Having two wives and three concubines is sothing that many noble practice."
"And yet you did not even have one wife," she responded before she could think about it. She blinked and looked away, horrified at her own words. There were many people who wanted to marry the Duke, but none of them survived long enough to be officially wed to the Duke.
Everyone knew that the Duke had a hand in their deaths.
"If all of them were as courageous as you, then perhaps a few of them would have lived," the Duke chuckled. "It is a pity. Not one of them was like you."
"So, you are open to having many wives?" For so reason, this made her a little irritated. How could a man have many wives and then expect his wives to be loyal to him and him alone? This concept was selfish.
"You do not understand. In the North, the number of n is less than that of won because most of them t their ends while fighting. They would die even before reaching the age of twenty. To solve the problem, the three kingdoms allowed n to take many wives to produce more children. Although, I have never thought of marrying soone or having my own heir."
Rosalind said nothing, but she could not help but wonder why.
"Many nobles wanted to marry soone to have my own heir. After all, once I die, the Duchy would imdiately fall without an heir."
"Why are you suddenly talking about heirs?" she glared at him. Again, he chuckled in response.
"I have no intentions of having heirs."
Now that was enough to surprise her. Why? This man was rich and brave and very talented yet he did not intend to have heirs? What would happen to the Duchy once he passed? As if sensing her thoughts, he said, "If I die, I still have a wife to attend to the Duchy. Am I wrong?"
Speechless, she looked at his side profile, wondering if he was indeed serious. Her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly heard a loud howl. This ti, it was nearer. It seems that the howl bothered the bandits as they had finally stopped singing, all of them imdiately picked up their weapon.
One of them used so snow to put out the fire.
The darkness swallowed them.
Then it started.
A growl interrupted the silence, then a second and a third growl followed.
Not long after, she heard so fighting, and then there was the sll of blood. The sll of blood was bound to attract even more beasts!
However, it seems that the Duke was not showing any signs that he would leave this place! Biting her lips, she focused on the darkness and used her Blessing to sense what was happening. The group of bandits were surrounded by wolves that were at least two ters tall! Most of the n were wounded, so even lost parts of their limbs.
After a brief pause, the fighting started again. It did not take too long for the seven animals to overpower the group of bandits.
The fighting died down.
All of the bandits lost their lives.
Strangely, Rosalind felt nothing but indifference. It was as if she had not just watched wolves slaughter so humans.
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