Chapter 11: First Blood
Myra searched for a few seconds and picked up two spears placed nearby, one she tossed towards Cyril.
"I did this sort of thing before; these gangs are hoarding all sorts of good items, and there are plenty of them in our city." Myra said and began searching through a box, grabbing some potions.
"I ended up having some money, so I decided to make use of it." Her actions were efficient and quick, like she had done them many times in the past.
"Are you not afraid someone is going to steal all this? It's not exactly a safe area." Cyril asked, now holding a sturdy spear.
"A few people here owe me; they'll look after it. Besides, I have other places in different parts of the city." Myra looked proud as she said that, like she expected some sort of praise for her efforts.
"For how long have you been doing this exactly?" Edmund asked the next question on Cyril's mind.
"A couple of months, enough about that. The important part is that we have proper equipment." Myra quickly replied and held out something with a metallic luster.
"Everyone take these bracelets; there is a barrier magic on them. Activate by infusing mana into it. If something else catches your eye, you can take it." She said with confidence.
Edmund chose a sword. "By the way... are you not afraid of accidentally killing someone?" Looks like he just thought of this problem.
"Members of this gang did terrible things; if an accident does happen, then such is fate; you'll be doing the world a favour. Don't worry, the guards won't investigate their deaths." Myra replied while shaking her head.
These were some solemn words, but no one raised any objections.