Lorenzo spoke as he took out a mottled coin from his pocket and tossed it in front of the beggar.
The wary gaze suddenly froze, as if in disbelief. Then, he quickly grabbed the coin, sending the dust on the ground flying along with it.
A Shrike is engraved on the coin. Only those genuinely mixed in the Lower City District know that this is the real hard currency.
The beggar's gaze towards Lorenzo changed significantly. For someone of his status, this coin was enough to live comfortably for many days.
"Inferior Rat."
The beggar pocketed the coin, hiding it in the innermost part of his clothing. His eyes scanned the surroundings, hoping no one saw any of this.
"As expected..."
Lorenzo whispered to himself, as if he had anticipated all this.
"Have you seen any new faces these past few days?"
"No... at least not in the area where I've been."
Paid off, the beggar became much more straightforward, answering with ease.
