Inside a still room, about 11 seats were around a rectangular wooden table. And currently, 10 people are sitting on these seats. Everyone was silent. Each of them had a calm face. However, there was something strange about them. None of them looks formal. The way they garbed themselves could only be described as someone who would never do kind to others. Each of them was wearing a face without an ounce of kindness. They were exuding an aura that could only be found in a person with a bad intention to other people. An aura that could only be found in people who had their hands stained with blood.
These eleven people were the higher-ups of the bandit group in this village. They were known as, The 10 Sacrilege. Among all the people around the wooden table, one of them was most peculiar. He was wearing a long black coat with a huge skull of an unknown beast, sitting on his shoulder. And a long diagonal scar was apparent on his chest.