"The goblin dungeon, you say?" the man said, his voice laced with suspicion. 0

I glanced at the bandits. Their grips tightened on their weapons, their tension palpable. Although it didn't matter because I could kill them all without much effort if they attacked at once. I could tell from their stances alone.  0

I had nothing to hide, so I nodded casually. "Yes, the goblin dungeon."  0

The scar-faced man asked, "And… why do you want to know?" 0

My question wasn't suspicious. I was just asking about the location of the goblin dungeon.  0

Still, their reactions seemed overly cautious. 0

Are they somehow involved with the dungeon? 0

They looked like ordinary bandits, so I couldn't understand their apprehension. "Curiosity, I suppose."  0

"Are you… playing games with us?"*0

"What, you don't want to answer?"  0

I locked eyes with the scar-faced bandit. His face was dirty and menacing, and his black hair twisted and braided into strands that hung down to his shoulders. His cheeks were sunken, and his jaw was broad and angular, giving him an imposing look. Based on his appearance, he appeared more intimidating than Benson Pretcher,...0