Rosie's Games

Chapter 140: Bandits 8

"What do you think you're "

"They have been following you."

Rosalind froze. She recalled the people from the night before. Were they the same people?

"They are local bandits," he continued.

"Are you going to kill them?"

"There is no need to waste my energy in dealing with thugs."

"Then" she looked at him. He just told them they are going hunting, right? What could that possibly mean?

"Let's wait."

"Wait for what?"

As if on cue, a howl reverberated around the area and the group immediately quietened down.

"The noise was meant to attract more beasts," the Duke whispered.

"Aren't they from the North?" she could not help but ask. Northerners knew how to survive in the North and knowing that the noise was going to attract the attention of the beast was part of surviving in this part of the continent.

"The beasts do not attack the towns because this town has sorcerers that are working with the mayors."

Rosalind looked at him. What did he just say? There are people openly working with sorcerers?

"Surprised?" he chuckled. "Faith in the Goddess is different in this part of the continent."

"I can see that" Rosalind said. In response, the Duke got something from his pocket and then started blowing it. Rosalind frowned when she was not able to hear anything.

"Only beasts can hear it," he explained. Rosalind's expression changed.

"Are you trying to call the beasts?"

"Why not? I told you I am not wasting energy on handling them."

This man was very cruel, but Rosalind said nothing. Clearly, this group of people was the ones who burned that convoy that Sheng was traveling in. For a second time, the Duke blew the small whistle before he held her waist and jumped into the air. They landed on one of the larger branches of a tree. From there, she could easily see the group of people that were still singing and laughing.

Unbeknownst to them, calamity was about to befall them.

Now that they were in a higher position, the Duke and Rosalind could clearly hear what those people were talking about.

"Leader, I saw that woman with the white hair. I believe only the leader deserves a woman like that!" one of the bandits said.

"The moment they leave town we should take the woman with us. Have the leader enjoy that woman and then we can have some fun too."

"Stop that," the man that they had been calling leader hissed. "Did you really think I would share meat like that? Hahahaha.." He laughed, his voice echoed, and his shoulders shook. "That woman will become my wife."

"Leader, you already have seven wives! Why don't you share one of your wives with us?"

"Alright. Alright. You can choose one of the ones at home, but that white-haired woman is mine!"

"As expected, the leader is very generous!"

"Hahahahaha"

"Hahahahaha"

Rosalind could not believe her ears. Did they really think they could just take her away? These people are not human. They are pigs!

"In the North, polygamy is pretty normal. Having two wives and three concubines is something that many noble practice."

"And yet you did not even have one wife," she responded before she could think about it. She blinked and looked away, horrified at her own words. There were many people who wanted to marry the Duke, but none of them survived long enough to be officially wed to the Duke.

Everyone knew that the Duke had a hand in their deaths.

"If all of them were as courageous as you, then perhaps a few of them would have lived," the Duke chuckled. "It is a pity. Not one of them was like you."

"So, you are open to having many wives?" For some reason, this made her a little irritated. How could a man have many wives and then expect his wives to be loyal to him and him alone? This concept was selfish.

"You do not understand. In the North, the number of men is less than that of women because most of them met their ends while fighting. They would die even before reaching the age of twenty. To solve the problem, the three kingdoms allowed men to take many wives to produce more children. Although, I have never thought of marrying someone or having my own heir."

Rosalind said nothing, but she could not help but wonder why.

"Many nobles wanted me to marry someone to have my own heir. After all, once I die, the Duchy would immediately fall without an heir."

"Why are you suddenly talking about heirs?" she glared at him. Again, he chuckled in response.

"I have no intentions of having heirs."

Now that was enough to surprise her. Why? This man was rich and brave and very talented yet he did not intend to have heirs? What would happen to the Duchy once he passed? As if sensing her thoughts, he said, "If I die, I still have a wife to attend to the Duchy. Am I wrong?"

Speechless, she looked at his side profile, wondering if he was indeed serious. Her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly heard a loud howl. This time, it was nearer. It seems that the howl bothered the bandits as they had finally stopped singing, all of them immediately picked up their weapon.

One of them used some snow to put out the fire.

The darkness swallowed them.

Then it started.

A growl interrupted the silence, then a second and a third growl followed.

Not long after, she heard some fighting, and then there was the smell of blood. The smell of blood was bound to attract even more beasts!

However, it seems that the Duke was not showing any signs that he would leave this place! Biting her lips, she focused on the darkness and used her Blessing to sense what was happening. The group of bandits were surrounded by wolves that were at least two meters tall! Most of the men were wounded, some even lost parts of their limbs.

After a brief pause, the fighting started again. It did not take too long for the seven animals to overpower the group of bandits.

The fighting died down.

All of the bandits lost their lives.

Strangely, Rosalind felt nothing but indifference. It was as if she had not just watched wolves slaughter some humans.

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