Maro took Ely outside the bandits' lair, and they walked even deeper into the forest to arrive at a small rebel and bandit community. While the Rebel King carried his beloved in his arms, he casually avoided the poisonous, thorny plants on the pathway.
Maro walked in silence, and only the songs of the birds could be heard. Soon, they arrived at a makeshift hut, with a high roof made of large leaves in criss cross position, tied securely by thick strings. The body of the circular hut was made from sturdy tree trunks, deeply pierced onto the hard soil.
But aside from the unusual hut, Ely also noticed something else.
"Oh, it's the Rebel King! Prepare his hot bath!"
"Welcome back, Rebel King! Who is this girl?"
"Did she also come from Pho Clan's Gambling House?"
Ely's eyebrows twitched as soon as she saw three… no, more than fifteen women swarming around them. They wore tattered clothes that seemed like crop tops, and their belly buttons were exposed!
