132 Bettel Falls and the Thieves Are Full (2/2)

Was he the only target?

Bettel gritted his teeth, not daring to run too fast.

Since many of the soldiers found that the pursuers, who were behind them, seemed to have no interest in them, apparently harboring other intentions, many of them deliberately fell behind and deserted. If he ran faster and the soldiers couldn't take it anymore and all fled, then he, who was all alone, would definitely be caught by those five bandits.

Soldiers were the guarantee of his personal safety. So, he had to slow down.

But even so, the number of soldiers behind him was dwindling.

By the time evening came, the number of soldiers still able to follow him was less than forty, all of them panting, looking like they would be wasted and unconscious if they continued to run.

Bettel knew very well that he could not run any further.

It was necessary to sit down and give the soldiers rest and something to eat and drink.

But they'd left in such a hurry that they hadn't brought a supply line, only a little bit of water and food on their persons. And after running most of the day, they had eaten all that was available.

Bettel got off from his horse. He looked at his beloved horse and saw that it was not well. There was a little foam on the side of its mouth, and if he did not give it water, the horse would die a sudden death.

However, where was there water right now? The surroundings consisted of a meadow and a small forest.

Meanwhile, the five people who had tracked them came closer, about forty meters away.

Some of the soldiers strenuously picked up their knives to be on guard. The five people stopped approaching and just watched them from a distance.

One of them took out a large muskmelon from somewhere, divided it into several portions with their short sword, and each of them took a piece, chewing in large mouthfuls, and even from a distance of 30 to 40 meters, the crisp gnawing sounds could be heard.

One could tell that the melon was sweet and juicy.

These five people were staring at them teasingly as they ate the melon.

Many soldiers were subconsciously licking their lips.

Bettel also felt unusually thirsty.

He stood up and shouted to the five people, ”Two gold coins to sell me a muskmelon. I know you Golden Sons have spatial storage on you. There should be some extra.”

The five players smiled strangely and didn't answer.

Was the money offered not enough? Or did they only bring one muskmelon?

Bettel took a deep breath and continued, ”Then we'll work together in a different way. If you don't chase us, I'm willing to give each one of you five gold coins as a token of gratitude. If you're willing to escort us, I'm willing to hire you for one gold coin a day until I'm safe.”

The five players laughed even more oddly and mockingly to the point of even sounding a bit vulgar.

”If you guys think that's too little, we can still negotiate.”

Bettel believed that there was no one in this world who didn't love money, even gods—otherwise, how could a god like the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, exist?

At this moment, a player burst out in laughter, spewing out all the melon directly from his mouth, appearing extremely indecent.

He wiped his mouth and laughed. ”Bettel, your castle was set on fire by us. We turned your castle over long before we set it on fire! A total of sixty-three gold coins and thirty or so cyan crystals—the gems are more valuable, right? By the way, this melon was also stolen from your house.”

All of the bandit players activated the three intrinsic skills of Secret Door Intuition, Scavenge, and Pilfer. Because of the time limit, they might miss a few things, but they would never leave behind anything that was truly valuable.

Bettel instantly felt like his head was hit by a battering ram. It buzzed with pain, and he almost couldn't stand up straight, his eyes flashing with black and white.