Robbing the Rich and Giving to Myself

"One, one, one hundred gold coins?!"

Keven cried out in alarm.

Who could give such an astronomical number?!

"Indeed, a hundred gold coins. If you can't produce them, then die here."

The unidentified archer responded emotionlessly.

"W-wait! Let me think! My father is the mayor! He's very wealthy!"

Regardless of whether he could actually produce a hundred gold coins, Keven's priority was to buy time.

Although he himself lacked strength, his family's wealth and influence had granted him exposure to many second and third-tier experts.

Due to his thugs obstructing his view earlier, Keven hadn't seen how the blue flame had been unleashed.

Nevertheless, he surmised it must be magic.

With just a single spell, the archer(or mage?!) had killed two second-tier Professional Mercenaries and seriously injured three others. Such power could only be attributed to third-tier magic.