Angor pulled his hat lower and stayed at the side of the road as he watched two eye-patched men dragged Dodoro to the carriage.
"Boss? I think this one has some problems in his brain."
It was so obvious. Dodoro's eyes remained clear and innocent like a toddler, and he never showed any fear. He only fixed his gaze in Angor's direction.
"Is he faking it?" The bandit leader walked over and grabbed Dodoro's collar. Then he threw Dodoro aside.
Dodoro tumbled to the ground and quickly climbed back up with a sad look. Then he walked toward Angor again.
The others couldn't see Angor. To them, Dodoro "willingly" ran back to their boss after being bullied. And this guy was still looking at their boss as if he wanted to cry.
This funny guy was an idiot no matter how they looked at him.
"Um? For real?" The scarred leader scoffed as he inspected Dodoro up and down. "He looks pretty good. Maybe we can…"