Attack On Bandits Village

"Pull your spear back, Arthur," Beatrice said.

I followed what she ordered. I lowered my gun and walked away from the five of them. Unlike Beatrice, the woman still stood firmly in front of the five men.

"How many groups have you robbed?" asked Beatrice.

"Three groups," replied one of the men.

I stood on the other side; my eyes fixed on the man talking to Beatrice. While listening to their conversation, I occasionally took a sip of the drink in the glass.

Beatrice kept asking about their group, such as the number of members, whether there were any children there, or any activities other than robbing. Beatrice seemed to be very curious about the activities of these bandits.

I noticed that the woman's face looked so enthusiastic. Every time the man spoke, Beatrice's eyes seemed to squint hard as if she was listening carefully. Unlike me, I sat on a chair while enjoying their conversation.

"Do you need to ask them that?" I asked.