"How much?" Zaefal asked as he took the artifacts out of his pouch.
"All of it," Fathir answered with a warm smile.
"A-all of it?! What THE FUCK SHORT MAN?!" Rasie shouted from a distance. She walked over to them with Illya, scratching her head.
"Watch your mouth BITCH!." The smile on Fathir's face vanished. He tapped his index finger against his own temple. "Can you people use your fucking brains?..
I saved you from death, I found your horse-drawn carriage." He paused for a moment, then shook his head. "If I hadn't come, you'd all be death. off course I ask for a reward dumbass!!."
Fathir then gave a cynical smile, his voice sounding deeper.
"Or I could just kill you all and take it. That would be easier is it?... is it?."
Hearing that, Zaefal's eyes widened in panic.
"Y-you..." Rasie stammered, not knowing what to say as she instinctively pushed Illya behind her. On the other side, Fyar was already preparing to draw his pistol.
