'I've struck it rich.'
"By the Storm, I think I see a whole lot of the old King's face," Hector said, his eyes wide as he stared at the glint of gold.
Chirut gulped. "Y-you're not seeing things. I-I'm starting to regret this."
According to the mission's rules of distribution, anyone who participated in the kill would get a ten percent share of the spoils.
"Pathetic!" Santiago smacked them. "If you want money, then hurry up and get stronger. If you can't even beat people from the Investigation Department, I think you should just quit the department now."
Though he, too, was incredibly envious when he saw all those gold pounds...
"..."
Wei'en paid no mind to their stares and words. 'Good thing I searched the body, otherwise these gold pounds would have been devoured by the ghosts.'
He then reached for the body of Elno next to him.
Gold pounds, shillings... a letter.
'Hm? A letter?'
'I'll read it later when I have time.'
