Chapter One-Hundred-and-Fifty-Five
When they left the square in front of the church, a group of four guards came running with two-metre-long steel-tipped spears in their hands. They wore white tabards with a golden crescent moon over chainmail and plate armour.
“Halt!” the man in front told Adam and his group.
“What can we do for you?” Aeran asked before demands could be made.
The guard pulled out a rolled-up piece of paper and unfurled it so they could all see it. It showed a detailed drawing of a man’s face. He had long dark hair, a short beard, dark eyes, and a star-shaped scar just above his left eyebrow. Below the image it read ‘Wanted: The Golden Nail’. It promised a reward of 8,000 Shillings for information leading to his arrest.
Aeran took the wanted poster. “What do we get if we kill him?” he asked.
The guards gave him a surprised look.
“This man is very dangerous,” the guard in front said. “However, should you succeed in taking him down, then we will reward you the full bounty.”
“Will his head suffice as proof?” Aeran asked nonchalantly.
The guards laughed. “Absolutely,” the man replied. “If you succeed, bring his head to our main office in the Garrison district, or flag down one of the guards in the other districts.”