We were now truly on a mission. The mage came back to us and decided to join the devils. She told us the lord of this land wanted to talk to us, the Band of the Devils. I asked the kid and Miyamoto if they wanted to go. The kid nodded, and Miyamoto said Yeah. So before we left to destroy the slave trade, we went to Sir Albert the Third. The people seem to have respect for him. It seems like he doesn’t discriminate against people based on their class level. We were in front of this man’s gate when a man dressed like the Monopoly man came walking right towards us. He looks younger than me, maybe 27 or 28. Interesting. It was always foolish to judge someone based on looks. I hoped this was the Sir Albert I heard of on the way over here.

  “Hello, my friends, you must be the 'Band of the Devils," the adventure guide told me about you. I am truly thankful for your actions that you all took and saved all these people. You see, in the last few months, more and more residents have been disappearing, and we’ve been panicking, running everywhere trying to find these people. We are truly grateful for your great heroes. Please, allow me to welcome you into my home. ”

  “We aren’t heroes. We were looking for treasure and found these people. I didn’t even originally want to go into the encampment.”

  “Say what you want, good sir, I can see into your future, and it will tear apart this world, but it will make this world greater.”

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  He poured three drinks, one for himself, one for me, and one for Miyamoto. He didn’t pour one for Celeste because she was under the legal drinking age. You may find this odd, but among the Devils, taking care of yourself until they’re of age is of utmost importance.

  “I have a question for you, Sir Albert, do you know any craftsman who can make something like this?” I passed one of my bullets to him.

  “I do believe that a dwarf named Thorin would be able to successfully reproduce something like this. His place of work is in the royal capital.”

  I take a drink from my cup and ask him one last question.

  “What is your opinion about the slave trade in this country?”

  Sir Albert took a long drink and came right next to my ear.

  “I find it fucking disgusting and disgraceful that this county still has such a thing.”

  After these words, he gave me three things: The first was a bag that felt full of money, the second was a map, and lastly, he gave me three Oni-looking masks.

  “I hope you understand what these are for, my good man.”

  I shook the man’s hand, I told the devils it was time to leave. Now, we were truly on a mission.

  “Safe journey, my friends,” Albert said to us as we left.

  “V, I know you will reveal the evil of this country, and we will be the people who clean up the evils. Cheers to you, “Band of the Devils.”