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Feeling the cold metal touch of the short knife, the leader of the marauders finally realized the determination of this young assassin. He took a deep breath and coughed, saying, "Alright, I'll tell you. We attacked this place because it's an easy target with good spoils. As for Agastya, he's our boss, nothing special."
Shiva nodded, seemingly unsurprised. He also understood that this group of lousy bandits probably had no significant connection to Agastya. But he still didn't let go of any clues.
"Agastya Where has he been lately? Has he encountered any special individuals?" Shiva continued to ask.
The leader of the marauders seemed to be struggling, clearly uneasy. However, Shiva's gaze let him know that speaking the truth might be the safest choice.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. Agastya has been spending a lot of time in Patalliro City recently. There's a grand mansion in the northeast corner, even a blind man could tell that's his hideout," said the leader of the raiders, his voice tinged with urgency.
Shiva made a mental note of this information but didn't let up on questioning the boss.
"You mentioned that he recently met some special people. Can you describe them specifically?" Shiva continued to ask.
The leader of the marauders coughed and struggled for a moment before finally deciding to speak: "Not just once, I saw Agastya meeting with some very strangely dressed outsiders. They didn't look like locals, their clothing was very exotic, and one of them even wore a mask, very mysterious. I don't know what they were up to, but I can be sure that those people are definitely not ordinary."
Shiva nodded, feeling that this could be an important clue for the next move. He said to the leader of the raiders, "You made a wise choice to tell me this." Then he asked, "What kind of person is Agastya? How did he become a warlord like this?" Shiva's gaze was as sharp as ice, forcing the leader of the raiders to continue speaking.
"Hmph, Agastya? That guy was originally just an insignificant mercenary, not even a big shot in the mercenary world. But he had a talent that was disgusting yet admirable - he was cunning to the core," said the leader of the raiders, shaking his head with lingering fear.
Shiva listens with rapt attention, and this Agastya may be a crucial piece for him.
"That guy has repeatedly taken advantage of wars and chaos, betraying his own superiors and comrades. You know, every time his boss or comrade is in trouble, he betrays them and then joins the enemy. He's like a wolf in sheep's clothing, always looking for the next prey," the leader of the marauders spoke with disgust and fear of Agastya.
"So many betrayals and deceit have ultimately allowed him to amass a large amount of military power and resources. With these, he is no longer a small-time mercenary, but a warlord with immense influence," the boss continued.
"Shiva then asked, 'What kind of protection or defense measures does he have now?'"
The leader of the plunderers took a deep breath and said with a sense of relief, "Agastya knows well the blemishes of his past, living in constant fear and anxiety. He surrounds himself with a large number of elite guards, each of whom has been rigorously screened and trained. Not only that, he doesn't easily trust his confidants because he knows how many times he used betrayal to gain everything he has now. So, he is always worried that one day he might taste the bitterness of betrayal."
After listening to the confession of the leader of the plunderers, Shiva nodded slightly. He looked calmly at the other person and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. May God forgive your sins." His tone revealed a certain subtle indifference.
Shiva who was preparing to leave gave the leader of the plunderers a glimmer of hope. He struggled to put on a smile, although the prolonged hanging had made his head dizzy and his face had turned red from the blood rushing to it.
"So, so can my cooperation finally let me down?" The leader's trembling voice was full of pleading.
Shiva stopped in his tracks, turned around, and smiled as he looked at him.
"Do you think you are only responsible to me?" Shiva's voice sounded like it was coming from deep within a glacier, cold and distant.
"The nomads still have some tents, I'm afraid we need to settle the score with you for that."
Upon hearing this, the leader of the raiders' face instantly turned even paler than when he was hanging upside down, and the hope of being released sank to the bottom of his heart.
A group of nomads slowly emerged from their tents, each holding various clubs and blunt weapons, their eyes sharp and menacing as they glared at the leader of the raiders. Their expressions were filled with anger and hatred, as if they wanted to devour the sinner before them.
One of the nomads stepped forward, glaring fiercely at the leader of the raiders, and through gritted teeth, he said, "Your sins will be repaid slowly but surely."
The leader of the marauders suddenly felt a chill rising, and he knew deep down what awaited him.
That night, the entire nomadic tribe was filled with joy and celebration. The sounds of dancing and singing by the bonfire echoed through the air as people celebrated this rare victory, their faces beaming with happiness and excitement.
But in a dark corner of this lively scene, there was another kind of "celebration" taking place. It was a brutal and merciless retaliation, a release of past pain and humiliation. The leader of the plunderers was tied to a tree, and the nomads around him stared at him intently, as if trying to etch his fear and suffering into eternity.
And so, in their own way, the nomads brought this battle to a close. On one hand, there was celebration and joy, while on the other, there was anger and revenge. These two emotions intertwined perfectly at this moment, marking the end of a battle that people would remember for a long time.
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