Edmund didn't even need to try hard to get rid of the three bandits who were trying to steal Talia's money. All he did was grab each of them by the collar and throw them out of the bakery as if they weighed nothing.
"W–Who… who the hell are you?!" one of the bandits shouted after he stumbled back to his feet. His face twisted with anger, and anyone could see he wanted to chop Edmund's head off right then and there.
But the Lycan King remained completely calm, almost bored, even. When he turned his head slightly, he noticed a patrol soldier hiding behind a large tree outside.
He frowned. Why was that soldier just standing there, doing nothing, while bandits were robbing the bakery?
Before Edmund could say a word, the soldier slowly stepped back… and then ran for his life.
Edmund let out a tired sigh. "Why do people always drag me into political problems like this?"
