As soon as Cecilia said this, the three bandits' expressions changed.
Members of peripheral organizations like them were not particularly loyal to the Black Heaven Cult to begin with. The cult relied entirely on its fearsome reputation and cruel punishments to keep them from betraying it.
The oldest bandit reacted fastest. Raising his hand, he shouted, "Young hero, heroine, I'll confess, I'll confess! The Holy Cult... no, the Black Heaven Cult's latest stronghold is on Sand Terrace Mountain. I know the place. I can take you there!"
The other two bandits also came to their senses.
"Qi Laoliu, you shameless bastard!"
"Heroine, I want to abandon darkness and turn to the light too! I know the password for the Sand Terrace Mountain branch..."
While cursing the older bandit, Qi Laoliu, the two bandits rushed to confess first.
Qi Laoliu cursed back, "Bullshit! Everyone knows the password for the Sand Terrace Mountain branch. What do you need it for, to claim credit..."
Cecilia looked at Bai Xiaowen. "What should we do?"
Bai Xiaowen read their expressions and knew Qi Laoliu was telling the truth. He smiled and said, "You decide."
Cecilia nodded. "I think we should keep our word. Qi Laoliu can live and lead us to the Black Heaven Cult's branch. Kill the other two."
Bai Xiaowen nodded with a smile. Cecilia's decision was correct. There was no need to spare the other two, lest they leaked the news and put the Black Heaven Cult branch on guard.
The two bandits begged for mercy through tears and snot, even trotting out stale lines about eighty-year-old mothers above and eight-year-old children below.
But they had begged the wrong person. Cecilia had been raised as a Northland Lord and understood that mercy could not command troops. Once she decided to silence someone,