Chapter 421 421. VILE BASTARD

"First of all, how did you even get all this information," Noah found himself exclaiming as the kids explained their plan, and there were even notes of their sighting and a small map available.

The kids went on to tell him about their weeks f planning and how close they had been to getting caught multiple times.

Noah had to admit that their plan was solid, only that they needed the right person to help them carry it on.

Noah had all the information he could need, the only info their plan lacked was details about the inside of the base of the bandits.

Apart from that everything was available, even the shifts of those guarding the entrance to the hideout and what hours they usually went in and out.

Apparently, the hideout of the bandits was an underground cave, in which they had built a ladder to allow entry and exit.

It was somewhere within the forest that surrounded the town, but they had an accurate map to get there and even perimeters around it.

They provided the type of information anyone could require, and they achieved this at their young ages.

As far as Noah was concerned they were geniuses in terms of remaining unknown, even if their targets were those in the third tier.

"How did you even remain unnoticed by them?" Noah asked the teens sitting around the table before him at some point, and Aald chose to explain.

"I believe they weren't expecting anyone out level. And even if they were, we had kept a safe distance of about 500m away from them hidden in covers of leaves.

"An object that allowed us to watch from far away was also available so it was pretty easy. We did shifts for whole weeks to map out their behavior. And for tier 3's they are pretty lackluster," the young man explained throwing a shade of disdain as he recalled the experts.

"Impressive," Noah muttered. "But incredibly dangerous. Tier 3's can keep their focus on kilometers around them, you could have been killed," Noah furrowed his brows glancing at the old man in the corner of the house listening to them with a dark expression.

"It's shocking that you were never caught," Noah remarked unable to believe that tier 3's could be that bad at their jobs.

The room went silent at his words, however, and Aald's voice rang out to correct Noah's words.

"We never said we were never caught... It was only once tho, and that was the last time we've had the chance to return there," Aald explained, his expression as downcast as the others.

"We were found out on our way back home and had been unable to escape them," Erolia's voice rang out this time around.

​ "That's how we lost my brother. The village head offered him to the bandits, but it was only a way to silence those in this area. I know it because he had a smile on his face." Her face twisted in pain and anger.

Noah remained silent before her words and the others did too.

Before he knew it tears streamed down her face, and she ran out of the room, Aald following closely beside her.

An awkward air filled the room as the expression on the faces of Jor and Roy. They soon stood and left the room, leaving the old man and Noah.

A sigh exited Noah's mouth at that point, he honestly didn't know how to relate to their pain, so he remained silent.

"Aren't they a bunch of uniqueness," The old man said at some point pulling Noah's attention to himself.

Noah remained silent before the man's words, he seemed to be in deep thought as he said those words.

"I don't know you sir Geroge, but I thank you for showing them kindness. In this town it's hard to find especially due to our background," the man spoke, deep gratitude in his voice.

"Why are those across the bridge treated differently?" Noah asked deeply interested in that topic.

The old man sighed before leaving the window to come sit before Noah.

"I've been in this town for a bit over seventy years, more time than even the town's head has ruled this place. But I wasn't an indigen of this place and had been a refugee from an event that happened around that time."

"The town head of that time had been kind enough to give the empty area which we had utilized to our bests."

"Fast forward exactly a decade later and the people on the other side of the crack began to envy us for our productivity. We were only a bit more than two thousand, but in that time we had managed to add huge value to the town Unfortunately man will always be man," the man shook his head as his eyes flickered with buried memories.

"A fight broke out during an exchange of products as we had mostly dealt with crop products. It escalated into something that claimed the lives of hundreds of those from the other side, but we lost a smaller amount."

"The towns head of that time had intervened but had been injured fatally since he had been a peak stage tier 2. He died and his death made us fall into guilt."

"Hatred festered among the hearts of those from the town and we had to spend the next thirty years without a clear leader until the royals appointed someone to function as one. Kius."

"The bastard has caused nastier problems for us, like encouraging the discrimination, and some of us have been killed as a result but no punishments had come to the perpatrators," The man sighed.

"More and more of these atrocities were allowed and it soon deterioated into what you witnessed."

"Actually the only reason I believe she had thought to approach you was because you crossed the bridge and came here."

"No one from the other side comes and simply explores. We even have a path that allows us out of the town," the man chuckled a bit.

Noah took in all he had said with a furrowed brow, he still had a few questions about the story.

"Why don't you just leave? Nothing is exactly stopping you," Noah pointed out.

The old man chuckled a bit at Noah's words before turning serious again.

"He's had us trapped. We even have tags on us. We can't leave this place without him knowing. The vile bastard wants us to all die in here," the man revealed and the air around them turned hot, and it was only as a result of the man's fire affinity coming to play.