Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 38: Bite Back!

Chapter 38: Bite Back!

The Slave-Hunting Group!

One of the most reviled organizations in both the Netheril Empire and all of West Continent.

They were nothing but soulless beasts!

Driven by profit and greed, they violently captured humans, barbarians, orcs, half-orcs, half-elves, halflings, and even elves and dwarves.

Once caught, they would immediately be assigned the status of legal slaves.

From there, the captives would be imprisoned, transported to various regions, and sold in twisted transactions.

Sometimes, these captives were subjected to horrific and perverse experiments.

Other times, they would be mentally manipulated, becoming nothing more than living tools.

Some were even gifted to powerful benefactors who protected the slavers, giving them even more support.

Undoubtedly, the appearance of a slave-hunting group in Bay Village was not about catching fishmen in Misty Marsh or Silvermoon River.

Nor was it to capture goblins, kobolds, or gnolls from the Shadowy Forest.

It certainly wasn't about capturing the dangerous and not-so-valuable trolls.

Their only possible target was Bay Village itself!

Upon learning this, Ralph, the steward, was furious and immediately reported to Matthew.

It was the first time Matthew had seen Ralph so enraged. However, he did not probe further into Ralph's backstory; he calmly issued orders:

"Where is the prisoner? Bring him to me!"

"Also, summon all the soldiers, fully armed, and bring the goods I prepared yesterday."

"Announce a bounty to all villagers: anyone providing verified information will receive 10 gold coins."

"Notify Old Field to gather all the rangers and hunters, distribute the combat scrolls to them, and hunt them down!"

Since they've shown up, they won't get away!

Containing his emotions, Ralph quickly turned around, mounted a horse gifted by Adam Smith, and galloped toward the military camp.

In mere minutes, Angela arrived, fully armed and exuding a heroic aura, so dazzling that Rebecca's eyes lit up with admiration.

A man dressed as a peasant, with bandages wrapped around his thigh, was thrown down by Angela.

Kahora, Human, Age 32, Lawful Evil, Profession: Level 2 Rogue, Member of the Blood Hand Slave-Hunting Group.

Infiltrating Bay Village with a disguise, Kahora never expected to be caught by John.

Matthew kept his distance, aimed his staff at him, and cast:

"Charm Person—First Circle Spell!"

A faint red magical glow transformed into starry sparkles that settled onto Kahora.

The Level 2 Rogue offered little resistance, his face turning vacant.

"How did you get in? Where is your camp located?"

Kahora obediently revealed everything:

"We spent over 10 days tunneling in from Silvermoon River..."

"Our camp is directly north, near the gnoll encampment in the Shadowy Forest. We used magical runestones to create a hidden area..."