Chapter 75: Silver Undelivered
As Corven returned to the undercity, forced to wait out the daylight hours before heading to the surface, his sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure among the crowd.
It was the same man he had hired days ago to deliver silver to the widow.
The mercenary was pacing the busy streets, stopping random passersby, clearly searching for someone.
That someone was Corven.
But something felt off.
The pouch of silver that should have been delivered was still in the mercenary’s hand.
Corven’s brows knit together. Without hesitation, he stepped forward—yet in the blink of an eye, he was already behind the man.
"Hey."
His hand landed firmly on the mercenary’s shoulder.
"Holy—!" The mercenary spun around in alarm, nearly stumbling back as his body twisted away from the sudden voice and contact.
But the tension in his frame loosened as soon as he recognized Corven.
"Oh... it’s just you, boss," he muttered, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck.