"What do you mean there are bandits on the road?" The City Lord asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he looked at his butler with furrowed brows.
For as long as he could remember, there had never been any bandits on the major roads leading to Mystic City.
The area was under the strict jurisdiction of the Mystic Path Academy. No one dared to disrupt its peace.
So where did these bandits suddenly come from?
"My Lord, I don't know," the butler replied, shaking his head helplessly. His face mirrored the City Lord's confusion.
"Then send our men to chase them away. No—better still, kill them all." The City Lord's tone turned cold, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
For bandits to appear so brazenly near Mystic City, they were not just committing crimes, they were openly challenging the authority of the Mystic Path Academy itself.
If the City Lord didn't make an example of them, others might start thinking the academy had grown weak, an easy target to provoke.
