"I have found three children meeting the gang's requirements. Now I am a small leader in charge of collecting protection fees from all the shops on this street."
Clang—
"Next..."
Those who committed serious crimes were directly eradicated, while those with lighter offenses had fingers, arms, or legs cut off depending on the severity. Whether they could reform was uncertain, but they were undoubtedly deprived of the means to continue their evil deeds.
"Where is the treasury?"
Finally, Aiven woke up the leader of this outpost and forcibly fed him a magic potion with mind-inducing components while he was still dazed.
"Ugh...ugh...the treasury is...ugh..."
"What did you say?"
Unable to hear clearly, Aiven stepped closer.
Strangely muttering to himself: "Do two magic potions used together produce other symptoms? Are they expressed dominantly in a few individuals? Why does this guy look like he's about to die?"
Just as Aiven approached, a sudden change burst forth.
"Roar—!"
