"Pat, it's too much, isn't it? Are the soldiers scared?
Wayne says.
"Heh? About that much? Pretty much a handful, huh?
"Is that it? ⁉?"
"It's a little bit like that."
Compared to what I used to be.
"That's your nervous suspicion level, huh? Well, after you kill people, a lot of guys get nervous or sick, but you look fine, don't you?
"Even Wayne seems fine, doesn't he?
"I've killed bandits in my territory before. You know, I couldn't sleep that day."
"The weak!
"Really, it could be the weak..."
"No, no, it's a joke!
"Oh, come on, you, why are you okay?
"Huh? 'Cause you're a bandit, right? You're gonna kill me, aren't you? Why do I have to get nervous to kill that? Bad guys and cockroaches only kill."
"You're on the same level as a cockroach..."
I don't feel like we're talking about going into the woods to bandit Ajito, but in Patrick, bandits seem to treat him the same way as bugs Kera.
"Is that it?
Ask a bandit who walks to be dragged.
"Oh, that's it"
There was a cave there like an abandoned pit.
"All right, Wayne Platoon and I will go inside with my squad, and the rest will be on alert to see if there are any survivors around! Wayne, we're coming in!
There is a candlestick at the entrance prepared by the bandit, who lights it and proceeds into the cave.
Of course he's bringing in the bandits, so he's letting them take directions inside.
a pantry, followed by a horizontal hole, a weapons depot, and a loot depot where you can't call it, and finally,
There you are. Three, as you can tell.
One is an old man of a human race, about 70 years old. Gray-haired all-back, blue eyes, a little taller than Patrick? The other is a young, possibly wolf beast man.
And a boy of about 10 years old people.
Blonde and long enough to wear on her shoulder, she had green eyes, but Patrick wondered for a moment if she was a girl, but because the aristocratic clothes she was wearing were for men, she barely decided she was a boy.
The three of you are observing this one.
"This is Ensign Patrick Rigsby, 1st Army of the Kingdom. We have crusaded bandits, testified that bandits are capturing people, came to know and protect them. I would like to see you as a nobleman, but let me know your name."
Patrick says that an old gray-haired man,
"The Royal Army! Thank you! I'm Carlos, this escort is Mark, and this is Kevin Dixon, the Marquis' third son."
Hmm? Dixon? The Marquis?
"Eh ⁉"