Carly's disappearance caused her middle-aged father great anxiety, but he felt much relieved when he found a letter written by Carly on the table.
Father, I encountered a large caravan; they happened to be from the same place as the outsiders, because I described their characteristics to them. So don't worry, I will take good care of myself; you know I'm capable. Take good care of Mother and Brother; perhaps when I return next time, we will have more food. When we have wealth, we can try to buy back some land; I know you've been working hard.
.........Carly
In a secluded little valley
"Chief, when do you plan to depart?" Carly asked while munching on her bread.
Carly has been having a comfortable and pleasant time in the bandits' hideout these past few days, and she doesn't want to leave. If it weren't for that show-off, she would have liked to stay a little longer.
"Wait a little longer, we're still preparing." After all, the journey is long, and necessary preparations must be made. The muscular man is also a cautious person.
Actually, there was another important reason why the muscular man wanted to bring Carly over. None of them had ever seen a stranger up close before, and if they didn't bring Carly, they wouldn't recognize her after so much time had passed. After all, Carly had been his guide before, so she should be able to recognize him.
The muscular leader stood up to prepare the equipment for the long journey. This time, he was going to send out all his troops to teach this despicable outsider a lesson.
Seeing the leader leave, Carly, who was sitting at the long table in the room's hall, looked around and finally her gaze landed on a fat man.
"Hey fatso, get me a glass of water. Yes... you, don't doubt it, are there other fat guys here? Don't look at me like that, I'm your leader's VIP now." The bread was a bit dry, but Carly didn't want to move. So she set her sights on the fat guy.
The fat man could still express his opposition with his eyes when he heard Carly's first words, but her next words immediately softened his newly formed momentum.
"Carly, I may seem kind, but that's because you don't know me well enough. I'm a ruthless person who will rob whoever I want." The fat man was a little dissatisfied. Since this little girl came, she always ordered him around.
"Well, I'll learn more about it later, but I'm really thirsty right now, so please hurry." Carly clearly didn't take him seriously.
The fat man reluctantly stood up, glancing sideways at Carly.
"Also, don't call me Fatty anymore. It doesn't suit my identity. Please call me Mr. Robber."
Carly burst into laughter at his antics.
"Okay, Mr. robber."
The fat man reluctantly went to pour water.
The show-off sitting next to the fat man was somewhat dissatisfied.
"That fatso is so pretentious, Miss Carly, just ignore him. He used to stare at me with those little eyes all the time, and I never found him annoying." The showy man stomped his foot and tossed his hair.
Carly felt a chill run down her spine and didn't want to talk to him at all.
"Miss Carly, you have no idea what it feels like to be spied on. Who understands?!" The showy man didn't care whether Carly paid attention to him or not; he just kept talking to himself.
"Look, look, even pouring water can't keep you quiet, you're still peeking at me, so annoying!!!"
Looking at the incessantly chattering, flamboyant man, Carly really wanted to yell something in his ear:
"You're the one who's so annoying!!!"