It wasn't until they were nearing the territory of Roland Town that they finally encountered someone blocking their path.
Surprisingly, it wasn't Demons or Goblins blocking the road, but a group of bandits.
These men had set up an ambush here, clearly intending to rob the refugees fleeing from Roland Town and the surrounding villages. They never imagined someone would approach from the other direction. And not just someone—a convoy of three carriages, each one looking utterly luxurious. They were stunned.
"Boss, look! Those carriages are gorgeous!"
"How much do you think a carriage like that costs? The people inside must be loaded!"
"Yeah, yeah! If we robbed them..."
SMACK—! SMACK—!
The leader slapped both of his subordinates across the face.
"Are your brains filled with shit water? You think ordinary people ride in carriages like that?"
He might have had ideas about profiting from the war, but he was keenly aware of his own limitations.
