Chapter 137: A Ghastly Proposal
“Excuse me?!” Balthazar exclaimed. “You want me to kill someone for you?”
“Well, when I say ‘kill’ I simply mean kill again,” said the ghost floating in front of the crab.
“What?!”
“Also, the someone I wish you to kill again is me. In a way.”
“I am so confused right now…”
“Allow me to explain,” the ethereal spirit said. “My name is Sir Edmund Auclair Allard, and I was once an advisor of the court. Sadly, I perished some time ago in a place not too far from here.”
His levitating form was a pale white with faint hints of a light blue hue whenever he moved. Despite being incorporeal and very much dead, the ghost was wearing what clearly used to be exquisite travel robes. As for the shoes, Balthazar could not tell, as his translucent form faded away below the knees, into a trickle of spectral mist.
“My… condolences?” said the merchant. “Is that even the right thing to say in this situation?”
“Thank you. They are appreciated nonetheless.”