"What? Rob them? Haha, my lord, you have a great sense of humor." Tommy chuckled, but when he saw Henry wasn't laughing, he quickly shut his mouth.
"I do intend to rob them, but there are far too few. We have a force of over a thousand. This handful of bandits isn't enough of a fight for anyone."
"Damn it, weren't they supposed to be crawling all over the place the farther you get from the empire's heartland?"
Tommy, intimidated by Henry's fury over the lack of bandits, didn't dare say a word. He could only stand there obediently, the man in his thirties snapping to attention.
'By all logic, for a landed noble, the fewer bandits and gangs there are within or around your territory, the better. So what's wrong with my lord?'
'Is he just itching for a fight?'
"My lord, does that mean you want to wait a while longer?"
