'I still need nine more pairs of eyes,' Richard thought, gazing at Apple Town while wondering where he could obtain them.
To acquire such things meant he had to blind nine more people. It sounded cruel, but he could always do it to criminals.
In Apple Town, criminals were not hard to find.
Almost everywhere, gangs could be seen harassing merchants for money.
In this city, they were practically untouchable, always backed in secret by officials who took their share of the profits.
Richard didn't even need to search—he could find their lairs easily.
One such hideout was a large, two-story abandoned building. Richard only had to stand before it to smell the heavy stench of alcohol.
It was empty for the moment—the gangsters were out collecting money.
The door wasn't even locked. Richard simply stepped inside and was greeted by piles of jars and bottles.
Torn women's clothing littered the floor.
Bloodstains could still be seen.
