Chapter 157.2
Zilgan, approaching as he did, looked at me and then down at the man with the broken arm, and the young dwarf began to break out in a greasy sweat all over his face, either from pain or fear.
“Well, wait, Mr. Zilgan, I’m going to let this woman–“
“Didn’t I told you to call me when the peach-haired human woman came.”
“No, wait! I am…”
“I don’t need a fool of my own kind.”
*Gakin!
Zilgan stepped on the fallen man’s head and broke his neck.
In the once again silent guild, Zilgan didn’t even glance at the man he had just killed, but turned to me and pointed to the back of the room with the tip of his chin.
“I’ve heard the stories, Rose. Follow me.”
“Okay.”
Someone dying was not an uncommon sight in this town. Even so, Zilgan’s practice of killing even his own people if they break his word was a bit unexpected. I followed him into the back of the guild as the pale-faced dwarves cleared away the corpses.
I walked up the stone staircase, following the man who was going ahead of me in silence, and again down the dimly lit corridor until we arrived at a wooden door, a rarity in this town.