As soon as we left the tripe stir-fry restaurant, the Drunk whispered to me.

“But why can’t that grand Martial Alliance catch someone like this?”

I wanted to point out that he had been notoriously uncaptured in his past life too, but I just sighed.

“Well, it’s not easy. It’s not like there’s only one wanted criminal. Some hide with face masks, others hole up in the mountains. Some might be hiding out with lovers. There are plenty of ways to disappear. So they spread wanted posters, wait for tips, and sometimes send Alliance members out. But the real problem is...”

The Drunk nodded.

“...that even if they do find them, most of the time the regular members can’t handle these guys?”

“Exactly.”

The Lecher chimed in.

“And it’s not like the Alliance Leader can go hunting them down himself. At that point, shouldn’t at least a division commander get involved? Master, do you know anything about this Mulungja?”

The Sword Demon shook his head.

“No idea. Seems like a more recently mentioned expert.”

To be honest, I didn’t remember anything about the name “Mulungja.” Maybe he wasn’t on the wanted list back in my past life? Even if he had been, he was probably already dead by the time I made it onto the list. I only started paying attention to other wanted criminals after I became one myself. Before that, I didn’t care. Not my problem.

Wait a minute.

I took the wanted poster back out and looked at the description of Mulungja’s appearance and clothing.

He looked kind of like a Taoist hermit.

The thing about these posters—they’re usually drawn based on witness reports or victim recollections, so they’re not that accurate.

I racked my brain—and then remembered.

I think I do remember who this Taoist guy was.

That guy who died... back then?

He definitely didn’t die by my hand.

I wasn’t strong enough.