"Who told you this was a bandit's den?"

Joey kept walking forward, showing no intention of stopping.

"But...but didn't they just come to the construction site to collect the money last month?"

The bearded man is too opinionated and lacks the ability to think critically.

"So taking such a small amount of money makes them bandits? Then wouldn't all those bigwigs in the city hall who take so much money from the foremen be bandit leaders? This is just their hobby; otherwise, their existing identities would be meaningless!"

Joey's words left the bearded man speechless.

"What bandits are so well-equipped? Look at what they're all wearing! Even the gatekeeper is wearing a full set of chainmail. The little money they collect probably wouldn't even cover a few of his arrows!"

"If they were really bandits, I wouldn't have come. They're not only not bandits, but they're the nemesis of bandits. They should all be regular soldiers. I'm here because of their organizational structure!"

"Do you know how valuable a government-affiliated position is? You'll never understand unless you've been through the harsh realities of life!"

Joey looked up at the azure sky, the pain of his past life piercing his heart once more.

"Joey, I think I smell wine!"

The bearded man suddenly sniffed the air and rushed in front of Joey in a few steps.

"That's it! The aroma of the wine is coming from there!"

The bearded man looked excited; he probably hadn't heard a word Joey had said.

"Hey, it's such a waste that you don't have a nose like that to be a drug-sniffing dog!"

Joey sighed, looking at the bearded man with a helpless expression.

The bearded man had no time to think about the drug-sniffing dogs; he was completely intoxicated by the aroma of the liquor, and he wouldn't be able to sober up until he'd down several barrels of it.

But after being forced to drink several buckets of alcohol, some parts of my body had to become sober.