Ding——
Pale, slender fingers fell onto the tabletop like powerless fallen leaves, followed by a crisp ringing sound that drifted leisurely, only making it a few meters before being swallowed by the noisy chatter in the air.
"Next..."
Moli lowered her head, her weak voice not much clearer than the sound of the bell.
Her right hand tucked under the counter, the fingertips rubbed against a clean handkerchief that had been prepared beforehand, leaving a few bright red stains on the surface of the white cloth.
——This was the bloodstain left by the half orc who couldn't count and had to use his toes to calculate once he exceeded ten during the tallying of his loot.
Though she knew well that no matter how clean she wiped it now, in less than five minutes, the next blood-soaked loot bag tossed onto the counter would return her hands to their sticky, foul-smelling state.
