Three sacks of gold. Heavy, bulging, and tied tight. Together, they were worth two hundred gold coins.
"O-Ohhhh…" The slaver's jaw practically dropped as his gaze locked onto the sacks. His greedy little eyes sparkled like gems, and his lips quivered as though he'd just stumbled across some long-lost treasure. He looked like a starving man who had suddenly been served a banquet fit for kings.
The longer he stared, the more obvious it became. Just the sheer sight of those sacks was enough to make him salivate. His throat bobbed as he swallowed down the drool that threatened to spill from his mouth. This had to be the very first time in his miserable life that he had seen this kind of fortune up close.
"I-If I may, dear customer… may I check the legitimacy of these?" His voice shook, words tumbling out carefully, like he was afraid I'd take the offer back in the blink of an eye.
"Well, be my guest," I replied, a faint smirk tugging at my lips.
