Glittering Gold Coins scattered on the stone stool, two of them rolling onto the ground with a crisp, pleasant sound.
The mercenaries immediately grabbed the weapons at their sides and turned around.
Then, they saw the thief favored by the leader of the Farsight Mercenary Corps, who had returned at some unknown time.
During the commotion, these mercenaries had witnessed the thief's ghostly and mysterious movements, akin to those of an Undead Spectre. They knew this was not someone they could afford to provoke.
The life of a mercenary was one of licking blood from the blade's edge; they possessed courage, but they were also highly pragmatic.
Since this thief was offering so much money for them to leave... This task was not only simple but also came with an extremely generous reward. There was no reason to refuse.
The mercenaries sheathed their weapons, clumsily gathered the Gold Coins from the stool and the ground, then slowly backed away before turning and departing quickly.
