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Early August, Year 10754 of the Holy Calendar.
The eastern trade route on the Casesis Mountains near the border of Fides Kingdom, neighboring Isaac.
The dense forest swayed gently in the wind.
The morning sun cast its light slantingly, with sunlight filtering through the gaps between the leaves, scattering specks of light throughout the forest.
A felt hat, thick brows, big eyes, a prominent nose with a pimple on it, a beard resembling a broom, muscular arms, a robust build, and of course, a short stature.
A dwarf leader named Club, still in his prime at the age of 110, was solemnly instructing his followers.
"Being a bandit is a multifaceted profession. To do it well, merely knowing how to rob is absolutely not enough. No bandit gang in this world can thrive and grow big by only knowing how to rob. The crux of the matter ultimately lies in improving customer service quality. Otherwise, why would they let us rob them instead of someone else?"
