115 Suffer

An entire week passed. 

Liam had finished concocting his plan after reviewing all their little behaviors and intricacies. 

Food was apparently a problem for the professional bandits. 

Now and again, they'd send a small group of weak men (by Liam's standards) to hunt them a pack of magical beasts in the wilderness. 

It usually took them 4 hours to come and go, so being late wasn't going to be strange.

Liam marked that as his entry point.

He could find the formation sources and break it, but that would only make things difficult.

Silence was the only way.

The sun was just setting over the horizon, painting a vermillion orange hue over the endless skies.

Just then, a group of men left the formation and headed towards the forest for another hunt.

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"Why are we always the ones to do this, man. Randal just landed the biggest haul of our lives, can't we catch a break?" a voice complained.