12 Doing some favour for a former bandit

Slowly opening his eyes, he has a big bump on his head, "Ah fuc, what happ… oh yea, I remembered what happened earlier"

He got himself up and found himself on a bed. The big man (the bandit) could be seen right beside his bed, sleeping on his chair. Frigs grinned before shouting at his face, "Hey! Bandit! Wake up!"

The man suddenly jumped from his chair and landed on his feet, he then looked around and asked, "Eh?! Eh?! What happened? Intruders? Bandit?"

He soon came to a realization that Frigs was talking about him, the man sighed, "I'm not really a bandit anymore, I retired from the job and decided it would be better to live in this village with my daughter"

Frigs looked at him, expressionless, "How did you simply retire as a bandit? Furthermore, you have a daughter???"

The man nodded as he slowly walked toward the chair and sat on it, "Let's just say that my daughter was bornt when I was still homeless… Never have I thought that I would be a bandit when those new people joined the group… Anyway, how's your head, is it good?"

Frigs touched the bump on his head for a few times and tried to remember what happened.

…

"Ah fuc! That hurts!" He placed his hand on his stomach and groaned for a few seconds. The next thing he saw was the giant sword being wielded by the man, straight toward his face.

…

He sighed, "Yes, I guess it's not that bad right now, it still hurts a bit though… Shouldn't have fought you from the start!"

The man smirked and chuckled, "Aahah! I knew I could win when the people said you were their leader. But never have I thought that you would fight that well, you need to improve your skill!"

Frigs sighed once again, "I guess it's not really about skill, it's more like about endurance. You fought a lot, meanwhile, this is my first fight… you can say that I'm a spoiled child"

The man raised one of his eyebrows, "Spoiled? That is spoiled? Nope, I think you haven't found your true behaviour. Whatever it is, I don't think you are spoiled but an experienced… adult… weird that I call a kid an adult but you are really similar to one!"

Frigs smiled before responding to him, "Anyway, how about you? What work will you do to feed your daughter? And do you think the villagers would accept you easily?"

This time, the man sighed once again, much louder than before, "Well… You see... I am from this village, the oldies met me before, my appearance changed so much that they didn't recognize me when I grabbed some food from the granary, it was just an apple or two, maybe some grain, but I never took that much… but one person…"

He sighed once more, THIS TIME EVEN LOUDER THAN BEFORE, "There was this one man at the group, he was homeless, in fact, all the people were homeless and were having a hard time. But this one-man… this guy is cruel, deceitful like a fox, never have I agreed with him. But soon, when the oldies of the gang died because of their battle wounds, the majority of the people sided with him…"

He suddenly got up from his chair and all of a sudden, kowtowed to Frigs, "At this point of time, he is revising a plan to claim this village. Our numbers are far beyond what you thought it was. Please help me defeat him and this village would be much safer!"

Frigs smiled, "Well, I could, but the villagers must work together. It's not possible to win without fighting so we really must fight like before… Well, let me think of a way.. oh yea, got it!"

The man raised his head and asked, "That fast?"

Frigs nodded, "You know, we need to anger the enemies, surround them and then kill them, that's basically all we need to do! We also need to deceive the enemy, make them think we are many when we are little. There are two possibilities, to be honest with you, ambush them in the village or ambush them in the forest!"

The man was silent for a few seconds, he slowly got himself up and put himself on the chair while seemingly thinking about it, "I think… the forest would be a better option, they could just attack from all the direction of the village which made us the one that's surrounded"

Frigs nodded and smirked.

…

3 days later

"Hey, they are coming" Whispering to the ears of the man. The two of them were barely visible while hiding in the thick bushes in the forest. Slowly but surely, the ground started shaking softly. Soon enough, the enemies were seen.

'So their numbers are around 150? We could do this!' All of a sudden, the bushes started moving around. The enemies stopped and unsheathed their weapons and fixed their stance and waited patiently in their formation.

Right in the middle of the formation could be seen a man with long hair on a white horse. He shouted to the surrounding men, "Do not fear the enemies! Stay at your position and formation! Based on the info, their numbers are only around 30 or 40!"

The bushes stopped moving. The enemies sighed in relief for whatever reason, but all of a sudden, an arrow came out of an unclear direction, directly hitting one of the enemies. That one arrow was then followed by many others.

"Argh!"

"Aw! Wha'…"

"Fu… there's poison in this!"

What it seemed to be a small clearing in the forest slowly changed to a ground covered with bodies. More and more of the enemies eventually succumbed to their death, leaving only some and the man on the horse alive.

Frigs and the big man came out of the bushes with a big smirk and grin on their face and the man on the horse were horrified, "sto- Stop! Don't come here! I'm the son of Baron of Bareth!"