Chapter 83: The Tin Knight and The City of Struggle (2)
The mercenary captain’s words about “many magic beasts” were true.
Originally, the criteria for magic beasts were quite vague.
Even a dog with a red mouth from heartily eating a whole chicken could be classified as a magic beast if someone shouted, “There’s a vicious beast craving blood here!”
The statement about “many bandits” was also true.
In this world, travelers were people who could change their occupation to bandits at any time. The difference between merchants and bandits was whether they paid money or brandished a knife when obtaining goods. In fact, the mercenary group themselves were half bandits, so there was no need to look far.
Since he didn’t tell a single lie, the mercenary captain was truly an honest person.
He continued speaking, full of kindness and consideration, “You look like travelers. How sad would your parents be if you met with a terrible fate while wandering around without proper escorts? We’ll escort you to prevent such a tragedy.”
Of course, since they weren’t charity workers, the escort would require an “appropriate fee”, but this was a minor issue.
Whether it was magic beasts or bandits, the possibility of them actually attacking was slim, but this, too, was unimportant.
No matter when I see it, the method is always so crude.
Listening to the mercenary captain’s business spiel, Hindler made a sour expression.