"Recently, a group of tough bandits had been roaming the rural trade routes and threatening travelers. The constable of Mariansburg had issued a bounty: ten Denars for every bandit captured or killed."
Sitting on a large stone at the village entrance, Zhang Yang held a bounty notice in his hand, his expression rather strange. He had occupied this nameless village less than half a day ago, yet the constable had already issued a bounty?
That could be put aside. What truly worried him was the pursuit that had followed him there.
He had no idea what the main body had done to offend the Remnant Soul of Destiny and Death Shareholder, but it definitely had not been a minor matter. Thus, he could not afford even the slightest bit of luck or complacency.
Before this, he had relied on the Blood Sacrifice Cousin talent to escape Mariansburg. Could it be that he would have to keep using it from now on?
It did not sound reliable.
Zhang Yang even deeply suspected that if his initial guess was correct and the Remnant Soul of Destiny was trying to support someone, then one day, the Blood Sacrifice Cousin talent would also become a deadly noose around his neck.
"So, when a decision must be made, hesitation only invites chaos. I have to abandon this body."
Zhang Yang jumped down from the boulder. Below stood a full fifty militiamen. He had forcibly recruited them from the village, relying on his fists to beat dozens of farmers into a state of panic, tears, and misery until they had no choice but to submit.
"Come here!"
Zhang Yang casually picked up a wooden stick and called one farmer out of the line. He intended to train these fellows in combat—at least the most basic kind.