Chapter 49: Tampering
Grinding his teeth, knowing that Nick was right, Marco gestured to one of the junior clerks nearby, muttering something under his breath.
The assistant vanished through the back door and returned a few moments later with the Lamboda Beast’s body in tow, dragging it on a wheeled slab of blackened iron.
Nick walked straight over it, not even bothering to wait for the assistant to finish carting it over, before he bluntly waved the man away without even glancing at him.
The assistant grimaced at Nick’s rude, disregarding actions towards him, since being disrespected by someone as lowly as Nick, aka the Waste of the War Beast Sanctuary, felt utterly humiliating.
But he couldn’t do anything about it under the attention of so many onlookers.
The moment Nick saw the state of the beast’s corpse, he felt his heart sink.
His breathing stopped for half a second, then it hit him.
The bruising was there. Right shoulder, exactly as described. Purple and black swelling that showed as clear as day under the translucency of its waxy skin.
A cracked rib protruded just slightly beneath the surface, not enough to pierce through the hardened waxy layer, but enough for any butcher worth his salt to use it as an excuse to lower the price. The throat was also mangled beyond belief — clearly not from Nick’s attack.