Lord of Caldera

Chapter 15 A License For Plunder

Once the village chief was hanged, the entire village froze in place. There was a world of difference between vaguely thinking one could die and witnessing an execution firsthand.

"There are quite a few notable faces besides the chief."

"...!"

At Roderick's remark, the villagers trembled. Although they outnumbered the mercenaries and the single knight, most of them were merely farmers.

With just a handful of mercenaries and one knight, a mountain of corpses could be created right here.

"Oh great knight! Please have mercy!"

"It was all the chief's doing!"

"We couldn't resist the pressure!"

The villagers quickly knelt and pleaded their innocence. Roderick, Gaiden, and even the mercenaries looked on in disbelief at the villagers.

Perhaps a noble might not know, but how much power could just one chief wield? Such things could not happen without the whole village's agreement.@@@@

The disgusting self-defense made Roderick's blood boil.

"I'll deal with these scoundrels right now—!"

"Calm down, Roderick."

Once again, it was Sylas who stopped Roderick. The villagers looked at Sylas with hope on their faces.

In their eyes, Sylas was their last hope.

"Sylas! No, my lord! Please save us!"

"Please, for old times' sake!"

At the mention of "old times," Sylas clicked his tongue. Had they already forgotten that they had just raided his hut?

In their panic, they seemed to be saying whatever came to mind.

Though Roderick had always followed Sylas's words until now, this time he would not back down.

"My lord, please don't stop me. This is my revenge."

"That's true. But there's no need for you to strain yourself when you're still recovering."

"What do you mean?"

"Let the mercenaries handle it."

"Oh dear, this is the best we can do given our village's circumstances!"

"Am I seeing things? I see a delicious goose over there."

"That goose is meant to be sold in spring... No, wait! I'll prepare it right away!"

Small, valuable items were all swept away, and the large livestock all went into the mercenaries' bellies.

If they had just swept through once, it might have been bearable, but the mercenaries didn't leave at all.

''Since Lord Roderick would recover soon, let's stay a bit longer''.

It was due to Sylas's suggestion. Though the healing was an excuse, everyone knew he intended to punish the village.

Naturally, Roderick agreed without hesitation, and the mercenaries were even more excited.

"Ugh, I thought I was going to be ripped off because of the client, but what a lucky turn of events!"

"This small village is surprisingly lucrative. At this rate, we'll definitely break even."

"Long live the young master! And cheers to the foolishness of this village that tried to ambush a knight!"

The mercenaries chatted merrily while stuffing themselves with rich food. Thanks to that, they would enjoy luxury for the next few days.

One of the mercenaries, while happily eating and drinking, glanced at the thoughtful mercenary leader, Eric.

"By the way, what are you thinking about, boss?"

"No matter how I think about it, something feels off."

"Off? What do you mean?"

"This village seems pretty well-off for being so out of the way, doesn't it? Especially the amount of oil and leather they have; how did they acquire all that?"

At Eric's words, several mercenaries nodded in agreement.

"Now that you mention it, I found it odd too. They cook meat really well. If they didn't eat it often, they wouldn't know how to cook like that."

"Exactly. If half the villagers are hunters or if someone isn't just giving away free meat, that's impossible."

"Who knows? Maybe there were a few talented hunters who all died at once? Just to make it easier for us to loot."

With that silly joke, the mercenaries burst into laughter. Then, as if losing interest, they began talking about something else.

Regardless of the reason, it was a good thing to have plenty to take.

'Come to think of it, that young lord seemed like a hunter too... or maybe not?'