These old men already had a foot in the grave.
In fact, if they had even a bit of strength, they wouldn't have stayed in the village.
Everyone able had already moved to Sword Harbor, and besides the Dark Knight guarding the Blood Cross path to prevent a large group of soldier sneak attacking White River Valley from Jewel Bay, White River Valley was indeed nearly empty.
The Black Hand Thieves truly made an accurate judgement.
The elders looked at each other, a cold expression appearing on their faces.
In any case, they were about to die. It wasn't too scary.
One of them said with a quivering voice, "We don't have money."
"Youths, you did so much, but won't get any benefits. Wait until Sir Marvin returns and you'll pay the price of your offense."
Even though the old man's tone was gentle, the content was extremely serious.
"Marvin?"
