The soldier stared at the Gold Coins in his palm, his eyes wide. He swallowed hard.
Murphy's voice rang out again, colder than before. "How you use this money... I will have someone ask you later. If I find out..."
As he spoke, he took a seemingly casual step with his left foot onto the gravel-strewn ground beside him.
HUMMM!
A low thrumming sound echoed.
No dust was kicked up, but centered on the tip of his boot, all the gravel in the immediate vicinity simultaneously turned into fine powder.
The color drained from the two soldiers' faces. The hands holding the money trembled as they bowed hastily. "Y-Yes! Sir, rest assured! We will do exactly as you command! We wouldn't dare pocket a single coin!"
Having done all this, Murphy turned his head. His gaze seemed to pass through the carriage window, meeting Elizabeth's for an instant.
His expression remained calm and impassive, offering no hint of comfort or explanation.
