Damien leaned slightly against the wooden wall near the window, his eyes faintly narrowing as his gaze swept over the field outside.
The guards were still busy gathering the monster corpses he'd ordered them to arrange—dragging, stacking, and hauling the remains with trembling arms.
A faint grin tugged at his lips.
'I can already imagine how much money I'll gain from selling those corpses,'he thought, the corners of his mouth curving a bit more.
Monster hides, claws, cores—all of them sold well could easily fetch him quite an amount of gold coins.
That was no small fortune… but a grand one!
With that, his financial status would soar, and he would probably become the wealthiest man in the village!
He could have simply stored some of them inside his inventory but doing that in front of all those villagers and guards would have been foolish.
There were too many eyes watching him now—too many whispers already calling him something he didn't particularly care for: a hero.
