The two men shut the door behind them carefully, and once the lock clicked back into place, whatever hesitation remained on their faces disappeared.
At the side of the bed, Zich slept peacefully, seemingly unaware that his room had been infiltrated.
"This bastard made this much already?" one whispered as he quickly stuffed several handfuls of gold coins into his coat pockets.
The other stepped forward and grinned. "Forget the coins. Take the soul stones first. We split everything afterward."
At first, they moved cautiously, still listening for footsteps outside the room, but greed worked quickly on people who already lacked discipline. Each passing second made them bolder, and before long both men had stopped whispering entirely.
One even began opening drawers openly.
Meanwhile, near the corner of the room, Slimy rested quietly beside the wall.
The small slime bounced once slowly while watching them.
One lackey noticed it almost immediately and snorted.
"A slime?"
