Chapter 25.1: ππ§π’π π‘π, πππ«ππ‘ππ§π, πππ«πππ§ππ«π², ππ₯ππ―π (ππ)
Chapter 25.1: ππ§π’π π‘π, πππ«ππ‘ππ§π, πππ«πππ§ππ«π², ππ₯ππ―π (ππ)
βHey, you b*stard. Whereβs your friend? Where did your friend go?β
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βI. . . I donβt know! I really donβt know! Sob sob. . .β
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βIf you donβt know, who does!β
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βDo you realize how much trouble you and your friend have caused us? And now your friend isnβt here? So, who should we take our anger out on? Tell me. Hey, speak up.β
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βPlease. . . I was wrong! Please spare me!β
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βI know you were wrong! But stop talking nonsense that even a goblin could say and say something useful. Something that can calm our anger!β
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βI. . . I really donβt know. . .β
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βYou mean to tell me you planned this heist without discussing what to do next? Damn it, this guy is unbelievable. Hey, make this guy think clearer.β
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βYouβre going to use that? On this guy? The other one is more annoying, use it on him.β
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βFine.β
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Even among scum, thereβs always someone more detestable. The focus shifted to Pra. Having mentioned the people of the town earlier, Pra was now trembling uncontrollably, too frightened to even mutter.
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βYou heard everything, right? Donβt say you didnβt. If you say you didnβt hear, weβll beat you until you say you did.β
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βI heard! I heard it!β
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βGood. You probably donβt remember, so let us help jog your memory.β
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βWhat do you mean. . .β
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As the mercenaries grabbed his arms, Pra shivered in fear. Could it be, could it. . .
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Crack!
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βAaaaaaagh!β
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βFeeling smarter now? Huh? Are you feeling smarter?β
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βStop. . . Stop it, you motherf*ckers! Stop it!β
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βOh. Did your guts grow instead of your brains?β
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βSob sob. . . Please! Please!!β
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βLetβs try one more time. Letβs see if it makes you smarter.β
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βThe city! We were going to the city!β
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βWhich city?β
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βI donβt f*cking know! Iβve never been there! It was that son of a b*tchβs idea, why are you messing with me! Sob sob!β
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As Pra pointed at Burren, everyoneβs heads turned sharply. A cruel smile lingered on the mercenariesβ lips.
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βOh dear. . . It was your idea?β
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βN-No! It really wasnβt!β
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βSo one of you is lying?β
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As the mercenaries turned their gaze back to Pra, he desperately shouted again.
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βAsk the people of the town! That b*stard is the leader!β
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βOh really?β
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The mercenaries had already figured it out. Burren clearly looked older. Who else but him could play the role of a leader in such a rural town?
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βWow, this guy. As cunning as an orc. We almost fell for it? Heβs the one who did it and stayed quiet?β
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βImpressive, huh?β
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βNo, no, no, no. . .β
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As the mercenaries washed their hands in a wooden tub, they said,
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βLooks like Gamson and this guy hit it off. Planning to make a score and run off to the city, huh?β
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The mercenaries had all been like Burren or Pra at some point. Thatβs why they could immediately understand what these guys were up to.
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Living as serfs in a rural town was too harsh for fiery young men. It was no surprise that seeing a band of mercenaries visit their town tempted them to flee to the city.
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The only difference was whether to run away empty-handed or with something in hand.
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βAll this trouble over a half-witted asshole. . .β
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They called the newbies who just got into a mercenary job or the country bumpkins who wanted to become mercenaries βhalfpennies.β It was a sneer, meaning they couldnβt even earn a proper coin.
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Of course, just because they lacked the ability didnβt mean they couldnβt cause as much damage.
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βI hoped there would be a hiding place near the town or maybe connections in another nearby town, but it seems not, Captain.β
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If that were the case, they could have been caught. But if they planned to run far away from the beginning, finding them was impossible.
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How can they be found in this vast continent?
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βNo. Perhaps they can be found after all.β
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βMr. Khan. Is that really so?β
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βHow do you mean?β
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βWell, itβs a long shot but think about it. Where would Gamson run? To an unfamiliar town?β
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βNo, he would likely head to the city, wouldnβt he?β
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It was difficult for a wanderer to settle in a small town, especially a suspicious, talentless mercenary.
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In contrast, cities were a gathering place for all sorts.
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βRight. He would go to the city. But which one?β
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βWe canβt know for sure, can we? Just any city. . . Wait. He had no connections, right? Could it be?β
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βI think thereβs a high chance heβll return to Marcel city.β