Noon, at the Thief's House.
There was still a bit of time before the meeting, but all the thieves had already arrived. Pharmacist's Wish pulled out a chair and sat down, her elbows resting on the table, fingers interlocked, her head slightly lowered. Even though she wore a mask, everyone could tell from her body language that she was saying, "I'm very upset."
Nobody originally wanted to upset her further, but hearing her constantly stomping her feet, with her anger clearly rising, seemingly needing to vent to feel better, Ying Rushi had to ask, "Black Wolf, did something happen? Let me guess... did you fail to get the Blade Technique Secret Manual?"
"Damn those merchant curs!" Pharmacist's Wish slammed the round table in fury, gnashing her teeth as she said, "They ought to be raided, their money stolen clean... How dare they reach out for strategic resources like secret manuals! They're courting death!"
