"Pfft! Who are you calling bandits?"
Shen Tang wasn't happy to hear that.
Luo San set down the pearls and jade he'd been holding in both hands and chimed in, "Exactly. Do those bandits have even a fraction of our compassion and reason?"
Compared with most warlords and powerful men of the age, their lot really could be called great, compassionate, benevolent saints. This was what Luo San disliked most about Wei Lou. He had no idea what the man was so hung up about. It wasn't as if Wei Lou himself was any kind of saint.
Tsk. The man was a textbook case of being strict with others and lenient with himself.
Wei Lou's chest heaved with anger.
Seeing his face turn nearly the color of soy sauce, Shen Tang sheepishly reined in her urge to snap back and abruptly changed the subject. "How many prisoners did we capture this time? If there are enough, we'll regroup here for half a day and then call it a day and head home. If there aren't many, we'll wait a while and hit a few more places. We can round up more people and take them back together."
After all, the journey there and back was quite a waste of time.
They'd arranged for people to guard the home front, but Shen Tang had so little to her name. If someone raided her place, it would break her heart. "Lord Marquis?"
She'd noticed that Wei Lou had been zoning out a lot lately.
"What would you bring the prisoners back for? They have no wealth or land, and we don't need them as laborers right now." Taking them back would create no value, only add more mouths to feed.
"Not take them back? We can't just let them go, either."
Anything