Rwekarn was known as ‘Watcher’. It was a nickname he had received after becoming known for living off his ability to observe and read people. Reading people was not a useful skill for petty thieves and pickpockets, but it was a very useful one for someone who stole the ‘person’ themself.

‘I easily obtained an A-grade item. I guess coming to the desert was worthwhile,’ Rwekarn thought as he looked at the elves he had managed to catch.

The elves were blindfolded, gagged, and so tightly bound that they could not even squirm.

Rwekarn and his party had infiltrated the elf village by posing as adventurers. He thought, ‘I never thought something so obvious would work.’

The kind but ignorant elves had welcomed them with open arms, but Rwekarn’s party had secretly spiked the elves’ food with sleeping drugs. The elves had immediately fallen asleep after eating and slept through the day, and Rwekarn’s party had bound them up while they were sleeping.

‘I heard the desert elves innately know magic from birth, but it’s fine since I gagged them to prevent them from casting any spells,’ Rwekarn thought.

One of Rwekarn’s lackeys came up to him and asked, “Boss, can’t we choose just one of these bitches to use as our plaything?”

The elves started to cry through their gags from fear. Most of them just threw...