Chapter 8: The Golden Phoenix Auction
After a bit of exploration all while collecting (stealing) some excess money from random rich young master’s, Rhys finally found an inn.
His perfect mastery of Basic Stealth was a great advantage.
[Why did you ’take’ money from them? Don’t you have low-grade spirit stones?]
A low-grade spirit stone was worth a hundred gold coins, meaning ten thousand silver. A clean-looking inn cost almost a single silver for a day.
"Dummy, what if they don’t have change? I’m merely helping them."
[True...]
Rhys smirked. At this rate, he would corrupt the System in no time and make it an extension of his own brain.
Paying the attendant, he rented the master bedroom of the inn for a month. Tipping the wide-eyed man generously—ten coppers—he climbed the stairs to his room.
The inn wasn’t as extravagant as other inns in the town, so the room, despite being the master bedroom, was simple: a bed, a table, and a chair with an attached bathroom.
But it was enough for him. He might have rented a luxurious inn with the money he had, but that would also make him the target of much scrutiny.
A private space with a secure door was all he needed. After all, he wasn’t here to live lavishly but to commit a crime.
That evening, he ventured out again. His destination was a grand, three-story building in the center of town. It was built from white marble and dark timber, with large, enchanted lanterns casting a golden glow over its entrance.