Chapter 51: Bandit Greeting
While Zarian and Gilbert stalked forward from the shadows, bandits laughed and cajoled. They tossed around poor and defenseless beggars as if they were mere toys.
For the bandits, the beggars were light and easy to handle, all low in level.
As for the beggars, the bandits were rough and abusive monsters, leaving the beggars covered in bruises with each throw.
The bandits would go as far as overthrowing the beggars or moving aside on purpose just to watch their victims fall on the wet, uneven ground where there were multiple hazards. It was obvious to see the area was worse off compared to the more populated districts.
Potholes and craters covered the ground. Nearby walls had crumbled into piles of rubble. The nearest stone structures were as big as warehouses or factories, and must’ve served as such a while ago, before the bandits took over the ruins of what remained.
There were well over a hundred of the bandits. Maybe more spread out in the nooks and crannies Zarian hadn’t found with his Spectral Spider Network.
He linked up to only a handful of spiders at a time, switching between a set every so often, pushing his Fractured Mind to the limit, while also paying attention to what was in front of him.
There was no doubt in Zarian’s mind that he was evil aligned. He was the controlled type of evil, polite, and concerned, and maybe chaotic for his enemies. But still of evil alignment.
The bandits, however, were plain scum.