The commander writhed on the ground in pain and the members were bound in ivy. No one could resist, but they still looked hesitant.
When Flain saw this, his confident smile did not fade. "Do you really want to die over a few trinkets? In either case I get what I want. If you don't give them to me I will kill you and simply take them; if you give them to me, I'll have them and you will live," he said.
The commander's eyes flashed—he didn't want to die yet. "Obey him!" he shouted, and he himself withdrew all the mana crystals and mana cores from his spatial ring.
The other adventurers obeyed, and their hard-earned wealth began to spill onto the ground.
When everything that could be taken from their spatial rings was out, Flain cut off the commander's head and Ivy strangled the rest with her ivy.
Flain had no reason to let them live; they could become a liability. Word might spread across the hill that someone from the cursed road had appeared and was robbing hunters.
