"Bandits?"
"They must be talking about us."
"Hehe, how our status has fallen."
The men who were clearly bandits chuckled.
Meanwhile, the merchant next to the dead Jackson crawled backwards.
Was he trying to escape?
He might think he wouldn't be seen.
"That's right, we're bandits! Hand over your money and your lives!"
A bearded man kicked the merchant.
"Aaagh, spare me. I'll, I'll give you everything!"
The merchant immediately begged for his life.
It was the right choice.
As soon as he was hit, he took out his money pouch from his bosom and lay flat on the ground.
The bearded man picked up the money pouch.
"Eh, it's just pocket change."
"I'll give you all the goods in the carriage too!"
"Is there any beer among them?"
"There's no beer..."
"Then I don't need it!"
The bearded man swung his sword without hesitation.
With a thud, the merchant's head flew off.
