It's been a few days since the Royals, Abbotts, and Snakes have been on the move, gathering information and evidence.
A nobleman's house.
A group of men gathered there, their faces as if they had bitten off more than they could chew.
'What is the assassin who infiltrated the House of Snakes doing!
'I saw that kid walking around the royal castle today.ãGet him killed!
'Wait a minute, maybe he hasn't moved yet. I was told to pay him in advance in a lump sum, but I cut the price to an advance and a success fee.
Why did you cut the priceâï¸?
'Because I don't have any money!ãHow much can you give me?ãI have 20 gold coins left.
''Ugh.''
''You don't have any, do you?ãI don't have any either . So I can't rush you to hurry up.''
They've already been captured, but they haven't received any information.
'Oh well. The assassin is said to be quite skilled. The kid's got some skill, but he's not good at one-on-one combat. Three against one is a sure thing.'
'More importantly, Thorinaris!ãWouldn't it be more fun to kidnap that little girl and kill her in front of the kid?ãWhy don't you change your request to have the assassin kidnap her?'
'No, no, no, no, Thorinaris insists that Count Bush make him a slave.
The men argue about whatever they want.
The man listening to them in the corner of the room.
It's Patrick.
Patrick was desperately trying to control his temper.
Don't worry about me. I'm used to being wronged.
But to not only drag Thorinaris into this, but to kill him and turn him into a slave, he felt the urge to kill him right now.