The group leader and three of his subordinates stepped closer—just a few meters from where Reon lay bound to the tree.
"Now that I get a good look at him... he's actually quite handsome," the leader remarked with a smirk, eyeing Reon with interest.
"He'll fetch a fine price from those twisted old noble ladies who like to keep pretty boys as pets."
"So we're taking him to the base, right, Big Brother?" one of the bandits asked from behind.
"Yeah... if he behaves. Otherwise, we kill him right here," the leader replied coldly, his voice sharp as a blade.
He then pointed toward Reon's hand.
"Jou Min, grab his Spatial Ring first. Even a small one with just a three-meter capacity can fetch at least 300 gold coins."
"Understood, Big Brother," Jou Min nodded and crouched down beside Reon's left hand.
The ring looked ordinary—just a plain band of dark metal, nothing fancy. Jou Min reached for it and gave it a gentle tug.
But to his surprise it didn't budge.
