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. There was only the crackling sound of burning firewood in the cave. The vicious bandits were full of panic and anxiety. From time to time, they took a sip of the rough liquor at hand and tried to numb themselves with alcohol.

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

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

One person asked in a low voice, and then he was greeted by the vulgar curses of others. Because this question was 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 hide the spoils, but now according to the rules, they were prohibited from large-scale activities.

So are they now worried that the people who set out will covet the spoils? Of course! But it is no longer because of greed, but fear, as if life and death are in the hands of the people who set out to hunt.

"Is your tribute this time... enough?" Another person spoke, but this time he was met with silence and more drinking.

The bandit king set a rule for paying tribute and collecting rent. Every Saturday, a fixed amount of property must be paid. If the requirement is not met, a terrible punishment will be imposed.

Just thinking of the crazy appearance of those who were punished, the bandits could not help but drink to numb themselves.

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

But the problem is that the bandit king prohibits collective dispatch. At most, only half of the people are allowed to go out each time, and the spoils brought back are divided equally.

In this rule, some bandits will inevitably lose control of their hands and hide the spoils, resulting in a decrease in the total amount of stolen goods to be divided equally.

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

Will the hunters hide the spoils? Will they hide the spoils if they put themselves in their shoes? Is their tribute enough? And so on, the situation of hiding the spoils has become more and more serious, and there are more and more conflicts.

However, the bandit king called it a trust test, saying that as long as they share the spoils equally, the tribute may be paid. But as long as one person starts to hide the spoils, a vicious cycle will begin.

However, the bandit king does not prohibit [voluntary overtime]. He even considerately puts up overtime projects, such as hunting monsters or collecting herbs. Anyway, as long as the tribute is paid in time, it will be fine.

This is simply a devil's act.

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

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

Those who are drinking quickly are those who are not enough for the next tribute. This hunting will determine whether they will take the risk of working overtime. The people who stared at the fire in a daze had already collected enough for this round of tribute, but they had used up their last bit of savings and felt desperate and numb about the next round of tribute.

There were also pretenders among them, who would disguise themselves as bandits and robbers, and would show despair or anxiety even if they had enriched themselves in their betrayal of the collective again and again.

Of course, it is also possible that the pretenders did not exist, but were just imaginary enemies that the bandits and robbers found in order to hide the spoils with peace of mind.

There was one thing they understood.

That was that the bandit king was enjoying their situation, and he called this state "werewolf killing", and they dared not escape, nor did they want to escape.

The more suffering the bottom had, the happier the upper class would be. As the bottom of the bandit king's system, they would always be the ones who worked hard and were exploited, but as long as they climbed up a level, they would become the ones who exploited others.

And the way to climb up was to pay more tributes, and the spoils divided equally each time would only be enough to maintain the next round of tributes.

Of course, there was another way.

A man with cloudy eyes suddenly rolled his eyes. With just such a small movement, the bandits around him immediately jumped up, pulled out their weapons from their waists and looked at the people around them vigilantly.

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

If you become a monster, you don’t need to pay tribute.

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

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

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

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

Because that was not a scene in a panic hypothesis, but a tragedy that happened countless times before their eyes.

"They can't come back."

At some point, there was one more person among them, and the dagger in that person's hand flashed a pale light.

"Ahhh——"

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The oppressive atmosphere finally broke out, and someone smashed the wine barrel in his hand into the fire. A column of fire rose 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 peace.

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

It was the Ripper. He was also specialized in people, but he could not kill the enemy instantly like Blaze, but his knowledge of medicine allowed him to easily subdue the enemy.

But his expression was not very good.

"Something is 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 the funny and weird in front of people, the Ripper's face was always cloudy and low pressure when he was alone.

However, after Greenland sent the facial expression of [Gather here], the Ripper's expression immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and the tapping of his fingers became much more cheerful.

"Let's use this."

The Ripper pressed the send button, which was a facial expression of [Found a big treasure, ask for reward]

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

"Huh~"

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

"Let's go."