Chapter 83: The Tournament’s Real Prize
They took him to a private room in the palace and Will was once again surrounded by people he was fairly sure could end him in the blink of an eye. Ghoul, Bakton, and Luis, who had been waiting for the three of them.
Luis gestured for them to sit, and Will did so, heart hammering in his chest.
“So about the auction -” Will said before Luis held up his hand.
“We arrested several vassals of Frederick Wyrd that had been subdued by the auction vault’s defenses. Obviously Frederick was the one who stole the auction’s goods.” Luis said.
Ghoul and Bakton nodded along with amused expressions.
“We don’t care about the trinkets so much as we care about the prosperity of this neutral ground,” Ghoul clarified. “The advantage it provides us in terms of produce and manpower is not to be understated. And you preserved that.”
Rare and valuable Relics only available at auction and they’re ‘trinkets’? Lords have a different perspective on things.
“In any case, Frederick was definitely the perpetrator, and sadly, he died before he could reveal where he hid the stolen goods, so they may be lost to the sands of time forever.” Luis said, leaning back in his ornate chair.
“…Right.” Will said. People had seen his party leaving with some of the loot hoisted over their shoulders, but if the Lord of the city said something loud enough, it would become the truth.