"Wait for me here for a moment."
The rain pattered down, and his already unkempt hair, neglected for a long time, was drenched, plastering against his scalp.
"Blood-nosed Rat" Jerry called to the two followers behind him, then turned around and headed into the dark, narrow alley ahead without looking back.
He needed to return to his den to fetch some money.
The two adventurers he encountered earlier must have held back a bit; after all, under normal circumstances, a small-time thug like him wouldn't survive past the next morning if he accidentally offended such a Big Shot.
No one would care if a rat from the gutter died in some sunless corner, and they were no exception.
Yet he could still breathe the filthy yet surprisingly sweet air of the alley.
"Praise the great Goddess of fortune!"
Jerry couldn't help but think to himself and decided to take the "safety gold" he had squeezed from several households today and find a gambling den to show his devotion that night.
