"Ahhh..."

    "F*ck, f*ck..."

    Bang!

    Thud!

    "Neeiigh!!!"

    "Damn, our horse! Waffle, catch him! If he runs too far away, he''ll become food for monsters! It is not easy to get such a good quality obedient and easy-going horse again," Myne, who went to a lot of trouble to borrow Garnet''s personal horse who didn''t throw him on the ground the moment he came near it, while lying on the ground, holding his aching head, yelled at Waffle with great difficulty.

    "But my head is hurting, and my back too!" Waffle complained while rolling on the ground, but he somehow got up and followed their horse in the direction it ran.

    "F*ck you, Fenrir! Just you wait! Once I get more powerful than you, I will definitely take revenge! You damn cold-hearted beast... Ahhhhh... F*ck!" Myne cursed a minute later, once his head stopped hurting, but as soon as he cursed Fenrir, his head started hurting again. Two minutes later, he somehow managed to control his mouth to further make things difficult for him, got up and quickly ran behind Waffle, soon finding him in the middle of the road along with the horse.

    "Fifth try... She became angry much earlier than we expected. Maybe she''s really busy with work," Waffle said, shaking his head. After Myne climbed onto the horse, he sat down on his lap.@@@@

    "Angry, my ass. She''s just bullying us! If not for this damn headache she gives us through that telepathy skill, I definitely wouldn''t give a damn about her work! I''d irritate her to death until she had no choice but to meet us," Myne, still angry, started complaining, unaware that their telepathic link was connected.

    Fenrir, in the underwater city accompanying Jormungandr during his recovery, had been listening to their conversation from the moment they contacted her. Black lines covered her forehead. These days, she often fooled the two into thinking their telepathy connection wasn''t linked to her, silently listening to their inner thoughts. When they crossed the line and spoke too poorly about her, she gave them a severe headache to teach them a lesson.

    "Sis, why are you smiling? Did something interesting happen?" Levi, who had just come out of Jormungandr''s room, asked curiously.

    Myne frowned at the sight of those miserable women but didn''t interfere in other people''s business. After all, he was currently a guest, and it would be impolite to confront his hosts just because they were engaging in inhumane practices. Of course, if any of the women came to him for help, he would definitely send them back home. At the very least, he could do that—but only if they took the initiative.

    Ignoring the women, who didn''t react to his presence at all, Myne pinched his nose—most bandits weren''t very hygienic—and headed to the end of the cave where the leader resided.

    The leader had clearly taken special care of his living area, making it not only cosier and warmer but also cleaner. To Myne''s surprise, as soon as he opened the door and entered the room, he was greeted by two half-naked middle-aged milfs. Though average in looks, their breathtaking figures stood out, making his mouth salivate.

    These two women were the leader''s most prized treasures. Unlike the women outside, who had been turned into toys for random abuse, and anyone could play with them, these two were in good condition both physically and mentally. They had received special training and behaved like well-trained courtesans, their eyes full of lust, as if they couldn''t wait to devour him.

    Myne turned his head to the bandit leader with a confused expression,if asking where he got such high-quality products. The latter immediately scratched his head with an embarrassed laugh.

    "Hahaha, my lord, I have a slave trainer friend who helped me train them."

    Hearing the explanation, Myne nodded in understanding, closed the door, and turned to Waffle. He had to deal with this brat first. What was going to happen next wasn''t something a child like him should see.

    "Waffle, you go home and play there. I need to work with this idiot and re-adjust our next route. You see, the elf kingdom is very far, and we can''t just rush in a random direction blindly. When everything is ready, I''ll call you back, all right?"

    "Well, are you sure you don''t need my help?" Waffle, although sensing something was off, couldn''t pinpoint the issue with his little mind.

    "Definitely. Don''t you believe me? Don''t worry. It''s already late afternoon, and I''ll come back home in an hour. So, you go back first," Myne said, coaxing him. Without giving Waffle much time to brainstorm, he quickly opened a portal and sent him back home.

    "You, make sure no one disturbs me until tomorrow morning. Also, take good care of my horse. If you do well, I''ll consider giving you a reward." After saying this, Myne gave the leader a hard look, walked into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

    "Sigh, whose cursed face did I see this morning? Not only did I lose more than half my men, but even my house and wives were taken by this guy!" The bandit leader shook his head with a depressed expression and walked back the way he came. He knew very well that, after today, he''d become a laughingstock in the eyes of his men.

    After all, the people Myne spared were all core members—his life-and-death partners. Unlike the cannon fodder, they wouldn''t hesitate to make fun of him. The most depressing thing was that he couldn''t even kill them, as they were like his brothers.