Chapter 588: Military Ruffians

The five conscription regiment members were all Hero Candidates.

They solemnly swore that they were good soldiers whose duty was to punish the wicked and restore order.

The Witch Dimia found it hard to refuse.

She could only agree to take them along to the bandit den at Kula Hillside.

Rod looked at these five men.

They had shifty eyes, their gazes darting back and forth over Dimia's body.

They spoke with slick, oily tones, looking every bit like military ruffians.

He sighed: "I happen to have something to discuss with Pan Ni, so I'll come along as well."

Upon hearing this,

the ringleader among the five ruffians frowned and looked over.

This ringleader was a man with a scar on his face, high cheekbones, and a slightly pointed chin.

He did not appear to be from any human race in eastern Aethelorn.

At least, Rod could not name his people.

"Who is this?"

"My name is Rod, the Forest Warden of Windwall Forest."

"Forest Warden? Heh heh, what qualification does a mere Forest Warden have..."

He stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something.

Along with the few companions behind him, his expression changed slightly: "Forest Warden Rod? The Rod who killed two great dragons and repelled the Duke of Purgatory?"

"I dare not accept such praise; the newspapers just write nonsense."

Rod shook his head.

The ringleader's expression shifted several times.

Finally, he completely relaxed and even let out a scoff.

"Since it is our brave Mr. Rod, then let us go together; it is good to have a companion, is it not? We can also witness Mr. Rod's methods."

"Unfortunately."

Rod tapped the carved wooden cane in his hand against the packed earth.

Since he was injured and took over Coral Bay, he did not carry equipment when on his own territory.

He simply loved carrying a cane and walking around, like a landlord.

He then pretended to rub his old waist, which had fought continuously in the cannon room twenty or so times last night.

"Since the battle with the Duke of Purgatory, I have been injured and not yet healed; I am afraid you young men will have to do it."

Twilight Hills, not far from Kula Hillside.

Sain looked at the Forest Warden and the Witch leading the way ahead, occasionally showing a cold sneer.

"Big Brother Sain, why is that Forest Warden so annoying for following us? How are we supposed to make a move on that Witch?"

Minion Number One beside him said resentfully.

"This is typical self-righteousness; what's the use of being handsome? Not smart, stupid!" Minion Number Two cursed.

"Exactly, they are not as smart as the people over at Dragon Lake; without even Big Brother Sain saying anything, the lord over there voluntarily sent his Sixth Wife and Twelfth Wife to bed."

Minion Number Three chimed in.

"Hiss, stop talking, will you? I miss the Second Wife of the Ivory Town mayor; ho ho, just after giving birth, she has a certain scent..."

Minion Number Four had a lecherous expression, lost in nostalgia.

"Married women are only your type; I still prefer that Dimia up ahead; she has a good figure, and her face is chubby, cute."

"What do you mean only you like her? Big Brother Sain likes her too!"

Minion Number Four looked at his own big brother.

Seeing that he did not join the conversation, he guessed he was wary of the Forest Warden.

He immediately comforted him:

"Big Brother, it's fine; auditing accounts takes some time; we have many opportunities; let's just consider it building rapport first."

The name of Forest Warden Rod was huge, and his achievements were terrifying.

But like them, he was also Tier Seven; repelling the Duke of Purgatory was something that exceeded cognition.

Instinctively, they did not believe it.

Yet they were also cowardly, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Even if the news was exaggerated, the other party was still at the peak of Tier Seven, definitely a higher rank than them.

"Do you think I fear him?" Sain said coldly.

"No, no, no, Big Brother, you know me! I didn't mean that!"

The minion hurriedly explained.

"This Rod dares not directly occupy Coral Bay; he insists on organizing some joint development; one can see at a glance he is a coward, fame exceeding strength; do you believe if I order him to work, he wouldn't dare say a word?"

"I definitely believe you, Big Brother!"

Sain snorted coldly.

He felt he had maintained his authority as the big brother of the small group.

Of course.

Actually ordering Rod to work was unlikely.

He had been committing crimes for quite some time.

He knew such matters could not be done openly or forcefully, without losing everyone's face.

These hypocritical rich people or bureaucrats will understand after just a little more prompting!

When the time comes, won't they obediently hand Dimia over?

By the way.

I heard Rod even keeps a succubus.

It would be nice to borrow her to play with for a few days.

A few days is a bit too long; two days will do. Succubi are not easy to handle.

Besides.

This Rod can almost be said to be the person with the greatest reputation here.

Him coming to test this person's bottom line on behalf of the Grand Commander of the Recruitment Corps is a merit in itself!

Behind them, five Recruitment Corps soldiers followed not far away, speaking and laughing without restraint, their words always revolving around women, thus often containing filthy language.

"Sorry, Rod, I didn't mean to drag you into this."

The Witch Dimia looked back disdainfully and said apologetically to Rod.

Confronting these few soldier ruffians.

Whether for herself or for Rod, it would be a loss of dignity.

But small demons are hard to deal with, and one must respond with caution.

"We have all experienced so much; what is this?"

Rod smiled. "By the way, why not ask Sharon to keep you company? This group's strength is not weak."

Dimia is still digging into the Legendary path.

Due to the magical contract, she cannot tell others the contents of the Legendary ritual and can only handle the aspects she is not good at herself.

The progress can only be described as average.

And the Canine person Sharon also intends to return to Faye to continue researching the Plague domain only after she has fully advanced.

"We can't call her; Sharon has a very short temper! If she suddenly kills someone, it will be trouble."

"But we can't let a Tier 6 noob like you wander around alone."

"No-noob?!"

Rod didn't care whether she agreed or not and directly instructed Sharon twice via the 【Chain of Far-Reach】.

Sharon is now at the high end of Tier 7.

Her amplification in the use of the 【Wen Yi Ke Yin】, Amel's memory knowledge, and Ether energy is very strong.

The value on the Spirit-Testing Ball is not much different from that of the Tier 7 peak Tree Spirit Vivian, reaching 355 Ke Yin.

She is capable of killing some weaker Tier 8 beginners by leaping a tier.

In Rod's view.

Regardless of anything, the most important thing is people.

Things like trading lives for survival will not appear in his dictionary.

Even if it means offending the Recruitment Corps in the end, that is unavoidable; it is just the worst-case scenario.

While speaking.

The group arrived at the slope of Kula Hill where the target was located.

From afar, they saw the Ghoul Pan Ni waving at him.

She wore a slim-fitting white robe, with eight-character neon pendants hanging from the clothes, her figure exceptionally hot.

Her long hair, no longer dull, was coiled at the back of her head, making her look even more like a married woman.

Unfortunately, her skin was greenish-purple, with black veins faintly visible beneath the skin; her body was bursting with negative energy, strangely somewhat frightening.

"Master!? Are you here to see me?!"

The moment she saw Rod, her face was full of surprise.

She even wanted to secretly pull open her collar, but seeing there were other men present, she gave up.

She was just about to go over and cuddle with her own master.

Someone among that group of men said with disdain and mockery.

"My God! You actually keep a Ghoul?!"

(End of this chapter)