A Father's plead

Lucas watched the captives with a mask of horror on their faces. From their bearing, even though their pitiful state contradicted it, making him almost laugh, they were no doubt a noble or wealthy figure. There were seven of them to be exact, and only three of them seemed to have an aether core.

One of the three shouted in a pleading tone, "W-Will you rescue us? I promise we will give you fifty thousand Li… no, you can request the amount of money you want. Just let us out of this place!"

One of the captives cried in a vigorous voice, "That's right! I support him. My family owned a restaurant, one of the best in the City at that! Furthermore, we owned some famous brothel! If you even…" He halted his word when he landed on the other figure beside the scary man. He dared not to show any lustful gazes, though, believing in his instinct of dying if he did.

"Please kill all the bandits. Please…" his words surprised them, even his fellow captives.