Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Hot blood runs through the veins of many living beings, even those outside of the forge

Hineni stands up behind the rafters, looking around at the now emptied out structure.

 

People run around below, scurrying and working. They’re already starting on the renovations, carrying out tables and furniture and piling it onto the curbside. More people come inside, already prepared with boxes of tools. They begin to rip out the floor and the walls.

 

“Man, they’re fast,” says Sockel.

 

“Time is money,” replies Hineni, watching the activity below.

 

“— A man after my own heart,” says Avarice, walking up the staircase in the form of a dark-elf. Hineni looks his way.

 

“Thanks for your help.”

 

Avarice shakes his head. “Thank you for your business,” replies the god. “I assume you’re going to hold up your end of the bargain, yes?”

 

Hineni raises an eyebrow. “I appreciate you thinking I’m not the kind of a man who would weasel out of a deal,” he says sarcastically.

 

Avarice shrugs, not really bothered. “You know how it is with money. People change their minds very quickly.”

 

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“Don’t give a shit about money,” replies Hineni, looking back over the room. “It’s about the message.”

 

“That might be your problem,” says Avarice.

 

Hineni looks his way, shaking his head. “No. It’s yours.” He holds out his hand. “When you’re forgotten as a god and you fade away into dust, your money isn’t going to help you one bit.”

 

“Right to the point as always,” says Avarice.

 

“I want to go home,” says Hineni. “Give me your hand, or are you canceling our deal?”

 

“Please,” replies Avarice, grabbing his hand. “As if I would. You would think you’d trust a long-term business partner more.”

 

Hineni rolls his eyes.

 

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