Chapter 20: Stop talking nonsense and hand over the money. (Page 2/2)

His clothes had long been stained red, and the iron sword and dagger in his hands were soaked with blood. In the entire bandit stronghold, except for the woman in front of him who was not a bandit, everyone else had been beheaded in their sleep.

Hearing his roar, the woman on the bed immediately covered her mouth in fear, and then frantically searched for her clothes on the bed.

She was just an ordinary village woman. She was caught by this group of bandits by accident and presented to the bandit leader. She was forced to survive and succumbed to Gold Tooth Klein.

Now that someone has killed this group of bandits, although she still fears the murderer, she will not really feel sorry for the death of those bandits.

In just a dozen seconds, this relatively plump village woman put on a thin linen gown.

Facing Frank's somewhat cold eyes, her lips trembled and she said tremblingly:

"Sorry, sir, I don't know where their money is."

"I was captured by them and I'm not familiar with them."

"They never let me wander around in this base, I don't know where they put the money."

Seeing that the woman didn't seem to be lying, Frank said lightly, and then said calmly:

"In that case, then you stay here honestly."

"After dawn, you can leave here by yourself."

"But now, you'd better not run around, so as not to cause misunderstandings."

Facing his order, the woman immediately nodded obediently, seemed to be relieved, and thanked Frank calmly.

"Okay, sir, thank you for saving me."

Frank said lightly, then put the weapon in his hand into the scabbard, no longer paying attention to the woman, and began to use his dark vision to look for the loot he could use in the entire bandit camp.

When he played games in the past, he was a hamster player, and no grass grew wherever the protagonist passed by.

Although in reality, he did not have a bug-level cheat like storage space, but now his financial resources were very tight, and he should not let go of anything valuable.

So, under the surprised eyes of the plump village girl, Frank quickly changed from a cold and powerful warrior to a young man with some strange behavior.

He carried a sack of sackcloth that he did not know where he came from, looked left and right, opened all the drawers and cabinets from time to time, and began to search all the rooms for loot.

Even a coin, a ring, or a silver candlestick, all were stuffed into the sack like picking up rags.

After one sack was filled, he took out another sack, and even the food looted by the robbers was not spared, all of which were neatly packed and placed on the floor.

After all the items that could be exchanged for coins were packed, Frank found some hemp ropes and boxes and began to collect all the weapons and armor in the robber camp.

In this magical medieval world, collecting ore is still a very hard and difficult task.

Metal products are very valuable. An axe, a kitchen knife, or even an iron pot are all very expensive for an ordinary family.

Although the weapons and armor in the bandit camp are all very low-quality goods, even if they are recycled as scrap metal, they are still a good income.

Moreover, Frank had discovered during the day when collecting intelligence that although this group of bandits was not very strong, they actually got a horse from somewhere.

With the carrying capacity of this animal, he can definitely bring all the spoils he collected back to the border town.