My players are too fierce!

Knowledge nests, by Emma's campfire.

"We might be being watched by the disciples in this area."

Emma spoke to the group with a serious expression.

She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth by the fire.

Although Cabbage couldn't understand what her sister was saying, she got anxious because her sister was anxious.

"Disciples? What disciples?"

The players looked bewildered, while the toad, while also bewildered, was also somewhat excited.

Worldview expanded! More content to write in this column!

The previous columns received a pretty good response.

Emma sighed and helplessly explained to these reliable idiots, "Although the entire Knowledge Nest is nominally controlled by the Sages' Academy, those sages are too lazy to bother with the dust on the ground of the nest."

"They are devoted to academics. Apart from the arbitrators of the sociological school who like to do some research on the social level and may directly intervene in the operation of the hive city, most sages will delegate management authority to their students, that is, their disciples."

At this point, Emma seemed to remember something, pursed her lips, and continued, "Those sycophants who have no talent, no hope of becoming sages, but are efficient at getting things done."

“I remember this neighborhood was managed by some kind of biological sage,” Emma said with a hint of disdain. “They just like neighborhoods with lots of mutants.”

"According to the supreme agreement established by the Great Sage, the military power of the Nest City must be subject to the Sage under any circumstances and cannot be handed over to others."

"So only those disciples who are rich and powerful but don't have guns have the resources to recruit hundreds of refugees."

"Ha, those underworld bosses think they can break the rules designed by those statistical sages just by working hard for most of their lives, squeezing every last drop of profit out of me?"

"He couldn't even find a few homeless people to be his bodyguards before he died. It's laughable."

Of course, there was one more thing Emma kept to herself.

If it were a sage who made the move, she probably wouldn't have bothered Boss Roland at all.

If you just hand yourself over, maybe the other party will let the cabbage and dried fish go.

wrong!

Emma suddenly looked up and met Cabbage's gaze as if they were telepathically connected.

"Where are the dried fish?"

-

Outside the pipes at Emma's house.

More and more gang members discovered this place and gathered here.

There were at least several dozen people.

The locals had never seen anything like it before, and they all gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Of course, these are residents of Nest City with legal status.

It is an asset protected by Nest City!

Their safety depended on a guardian golem standing by the street.

A three-meter-tall metal humanoid golem, rusted and scarred, holds an iron rod crackling with electricity in each hand!

A technologically autonomous creation that follows the supreme agreement and embodies the will of the Great Sage!

"To avoid unnecessary conflict, residents, please return to your posts!"

The head of the humanoid golem was made entirely of a transparent, round glass sphere.

A cold, impersonal voice echoed through the streets, accompanied by a blue light that swept across the faces of the residents of Chaodu.

But no one in the city cared.

Anyway, this big iron lump has been guarding this street for decades. Every time there's a gang fight, no matter how many refugees or mutants die, it has never made a move.

Of course, this is under the condition that the lives of no residents of the haunted city are threatened.

They're just watching; they're not going to fight, so what are they afraid of?

The gang quickly sent out about a dozen more unlucky guys to test the waters.

Eating the rotting flesh of one's companion's corpse is safer than dozens of people rushing into the river together.

After all, it would be their comrades who die that way, not themselves.

"They're here again."

Inside the pipe, the toad, sensing something was wrong, quickly reported the enemy situation at the front.

These gang members may not be strong individually, but like goblins, they rely on gluttony to overwhelm their opponents.

Emma only told Hachimed that he had a younger brother, but she didn't seem too eager.

While Little Fish's safety was important, Emma still trusted her younger brother's personality more...

The chances of being caught by these gangsters anytime soon are not very high.

Let's get through this first.

Hakimed simply considered this a task the planners would use to improve the completion rate later, and intended to deal with it then.

Complete the main storyline first, then clear the question mark side quests on the map.

With the obstruction of the obstacle, Hakimed made a gesture.

Let him in, lock him up and beat him!

The swordsman drew his broken sword, poised to strike.

The first... the second... the fifth...

"Um?"

It seems that finally someone with a clear head has arrived, and wasn't immediately blinded by the bounty on Emma's head.

But this could also be a sign that your brain isn't working properly...

Surprisingly, he made eye contact with the swordsman who was about to block the road.

"Let's do it!"

The swordsman was the first to use his broken sword to slit the unfortunate man's throat.

Then several people rushed out, brandishing homemade knives and metal sticks, and started attacking.

But before the others could enter, the trick of trapping them was broken by the difference in numbers.

"There's an ambush! There's an ambush!"

"There are several burly men on the other side!"

To say that these refugees are like goblins is certainly not an exaggeration, at least in terms of morale.

They rushed forward, then dispersed in a commotion.

Aside from dumping the bodies of several relatives into this pipe, nothing else was accomplished.

Of course, they also conveyed the crucial information that the mutants on the other side had allies.

"Sir, we were only paid for kidnapping, not for setting fires!"

Behind the gang members, "Old Man," a burly man who earned that reputation among the homeless, fawned over the hooded man beside him.

The core principle is simple: you have to pay more!

But the other person ignored him completely, simply uttering two words: "Continue."

How much resources do mutants who can make a living by reselling spirit items on the black market have?

Most of the people hiding inside are his accomplices, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

He still has about a hundred people he can use right now.

Upon hearing this, "Old Man" gritted his teeth and had no choice but to continue taking his family members up with him.

Still more than a dozen.

boom--

Gunshots rang out from inside the pipe, and the gang members who had just approached scattered like birds.

However, this was all within the disciple's expectations.

After all, he had carefully investigated the mutant's transaction records.

It's not surprising that there was a gun.

But her gun was just a primitive flintlock pistol, and how many rounds could it hold at once?

"Put all your men on the line."

The disciple spoke indifferently.

What are the lives of a mere hundred or so lowly people compared to the technology needed to smuggle people into the spirit world?

Old Man's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Damn it, all of you, charge in! We won't get any food this week if we don't bring him back!"

Under pressure, or perhaps because they felt that they were unlikely to die among a group of people, everyone participated.

Then...

A ripple from the spirit world swept across the area.

All the "warriors" who were pushed to the front were cut in half.

Blood flowed freely in the streets in an instant.

The disciple's expression changed drastically!

How dare these madmen use spirit magic right under the noses of the guardian golem!

"Supreme Protocol No. 104 activated!"

"Cleanup Protocol in progress!"