"The same weight in silver coins?" The three desert thieves manning the Dragon Crossbow were dazzled. If they could have that much money, they would definitely not be thieves anymore. They would return home to farm, buy a small estate, marry a wife and have many children. Such a life seemed so perfect.
Now, they had just shot dead a heavily armored shield-bearer who was worth one such perfect life? This was too satisfying.
"Um, look." One of the desert thieves sounded startled and gestured everyone to look quickly.
A woman with an alluring figure wearing a black veil skirt ran to the heavily armored shield-bearer who had just been shot by an arrow. She reached out with two fair-colored hands, grasped the arrow that had penetrated the man's body, and forcefully pulled it out. Surprisingly, the arrow came out smoothly.