Even though Rowan was rational, he inevitably had to find it irritating. It was no different from being punished for that sin with money rather than Espin's fist.
"Huff. Huff."
To the robbers breathing roughly, he handed water with juice from wild fruit squeezed while passing through the forest hills.
"Th-thank you."
Preparations for bivouacking were made in an instant. Meanwhile, Rowan listened to the robbers' stories. They all had one story each of how they fell to being robbers.
There was a case of having everything taken and being driven out after not listening to the village elder, and there were fugitives who couldn't handle crimes committed in anger.
"Live as a criminal serf, develop social skills, and find a new life. If you don't want to work, living by the sword with today's experience wouldn't be bad either."
