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Chapter 966 Trust Game
At the surveillance point in the gem mining area, the bandits were sitting around the campfire anxiously.

No one dared to speak. The only sound in the cave was the crackling of burning firewood. The vicious bandits looked terrified and from time to time they took a sip of the rough liquor at hand, trying to numb themselves with alcohol.

The flames were jumping and the light and shadow were constantly alternating, making people feel as if a long time had passed.

"They... haven't come back yet?"

One person asked quietly, and then was met with vulgar curses from others. Because this question had been asked three minutes ago, and the answer was still [They haven't come back yet].

This question was like some kind of spell, making them restless.

In the past, they always came out in full force, fearing that others would steal their spoils, but now according to the rules, they are prohibited from large-scale activities.

Are they now worried that the hunters will take advantage of the spoils? Of course! But it is no longer out of greed, but fear, as if their life and death are in the hands of the hunters.

"Is your tribute this time... enough?" Another person spoke, but this time there was silence and more sounds of drinking.

The Bandit King set a rule for paying tribute and collecting rent, requiring a fixed amount of property to be paid every Saturday. Failure to meet the requirement would result in a very terrible punishment.

Just thinking of the crazy looks of those who were punished, the bandits couldn't help but drink alcohol to numb themselves.

The gem mining area is a lucrative job. Even if you don't rob, you can still get a lot of gem fragments to offer as tribute by stealing.

But the problem is that the Bandit King forbids collective movements. Only half of the people are allowed to be dispatched at a time, and the spoils brought back are divided equally.

Under this kind of rule, it is inevitable that some bandits and robbers will lose control of their hands and hide the spoils, resulting in a reduction in the total amount of stolen goods to be divided equally.

At first it was just greed, but after seeing the looks of those who were punished for not paying the tribute on time, greed turned into a desire to survive.

Whether the hunters will hide the spoils, whether they would hide the spoils if they were in their shoes, whether their offerings are enough... and so on make the situation of hiding the spoils more and more serious, and the conflicts are increasing.

The bandit king called it a trust test, saying that as long as the spoils were divided equally, the tribute might be paid. But once one person started hiding the spoils, a vicious cycle would begin.

But the Bandit King did not prohibit [voluntary overtime]. He even considerately listed overtime projects, such as hunting monsters or collecting herbs. Anyway, as long as the supplies were submitted on time, it would be fine.

This is simply an act of the devil.

It is impossible to leave, because anyone who knows the organization, even if they only know a little bit, will never be able to leave the organization normally.

The bandits sitting by the fire had different expressions under the light of the fire.

Those who were drinking in a hurry did not have enough money for the next round of offerings, and this hunt would determine whether they would risk working overtime. Those who were staring at the fire in a daze had already collected enough for the current offerings, but had used up their last bit of savings, and felt hopeless and numb about the next round of offerings.

Among them are pretenders, who would disguise themselves as bandits and robbers, and would appear desperate or anxious even if they had enriched themselves by betraying the collective time and again.

Of course, it is also possible that the pretender does not exist, but is just an imaginary enemy created by the bandits so that they can feel at ease hiding their spoils.

There is one thing they understand.

That is, the Bandit King was enjoying their situation, he called this state Werewolf, and they dared not escape, nor did they want to escape.

The more suffering the bottom has, the happier the top will be. As the lowest level of the Bandit King system, they will always be the ones who work hard and are exploited, but as long as they climb up a level, they can become the ones who exploit others.

The way to climb up is to offer more tributes, and each time the spoils are divided, they are only enough to maintain the next round of tributes.

Of course, there is another way. A man with cloudy eyes suddenly rolled his eyes. With just this small movement, the surrounding bandits immediately jumped up, drew their weapons from their waists and looked at the people around them vigilantly.

There is another way, to have levels and become a monster.

If you turn into a monster, there is no need to offer sacrifices.

Whether it is having power, the possibility of escaping from the organization, or climbing up is not a dream, as long as you have the level, you can change the status quo.

But it is not so easy for people to gain the level to become monsters. Even the Holy Cross Holy Communion requires faith to be effective, so they can only do more evil things and... kill people.

"They... haven't come back yet?"

Someone asked the question again, but this time no one answered. They held the sharp knives in their hands and stared nervously at everyone around them, fearing that someone would catch their flaws while they were answering.

Because that was not a scene that existed in a horrific hypothesis, but a tragedy that had happened countless times before our eyes.

"They can't come back."

At some point, a person appeared among them, and the dagger in that person's hand was flashing a pale light.

"Ahhh-"

The depressing atmosphere finally erupted. Someone smashed the wine barrel in his hand directly into the fire. A column of fire shot up, hit the top of the cave and splashed in all directions. Everyone's expression looked weird under the flames.

Then they started fighting, and the screams of terror filled the entire cave. Then, as the fire went out and the light faded, the cave returned to silence.

After a while, a man walked out, and behind him were bandits tied up with ropes.

He is the Ripper, and he also has specialization in attacking humans, but he cannot kill his enemies instantly like Blaze can. However, his knowledge of medicine allows him to subdue his enemies easily.

But his expression was not good.

"Something's not right." The Ripper opened the group chat and saw the information that the Bandit King might be a group of players.

"Tsk."

The Ripper clicked his tongue. Unlike his funny and funny performance in front of others, when he was alone, the Ripper's face was always gloomy and full of depression.

However, after Greenland sent out the facial expression of "Gather here", the Ripper's expression immediately turned from gloomy to bright, and the tapping of his fingers became much more cheerful.

"Just use this."

The Ripper hit the send button, and it showed an expression that said "Found a great treasure, asking for reward".

In less than a second, Greenland fired a large number of symbols, which eventually formed a big [Reward!].

"Whoo~"

The Ripper looked up at the sky. There was no smell of disinfectant, no glaring shadowless lights, and his body seemed to be full of energy.

"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)