"One, two, three, four..."
Ande sat behind his desk, meticulously counting the Butcher Coins Watson had brought, his fingers rubbing harshly against the surface of the gold coins, feeling the cold metal and the value it represented.
What's precious isn't the gold itself, but the value it symbolizes.
The smile on his face grew increasingly sinister; Ande could barely contain the joy surging in his heart.
These Butcher Coins amounted to a fortune. After killing Watson, the Seahorse could change course to return to Reindona Port, and Ande would take all the money on board to Old Dunling. These riches would be enough to buy a house in the wealthiest part of Old Dunling, ensuring a comfortable life for him.
The ecstasy of gold didn't last long. Ande struggled to control his emotions, calming himself down, as he stuffed the Butcher Coins back into the secret compartment under the drawer.
"Fewer people means fewer people to share with."
