Each of the three farmers held a long tool with four straight prongs at the tip, resembling something like a pitchfork.
"Monster! Don't think you'll get a single copper coin from us! We're not afraid of you!"
The lead farmer aimed his pitchfork at the professional in front of him, speaking with a fierce expression.
"I've gotten rid of the water ghost by the river for you. You should pay, it's the kingdom's law."
The tall professional with gray-white hair, dressed in silver-gray leather armor and with amber vertical pupils, immediately responded in a deep voice upon hearing this, while reaching out a hand to grip the hilt of the sword on his back, ready to attack if necessary.
But the farmers, determined to evade payment, didn't care about his words, and one of them immediately laughed and said:
"Hahaha! You monster dare to mention the law! The king's army is currently clearing out disgusting scum like you! If you want to be burned to death, go seek their judgment quickly!"
