Chapter 86 - Volume 2
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Chapter 30 – Brendel’s plans
But Freya did not get to finish her talk as she saw Romaine’s sad face, and swallowed the angry words that she had.
“W-whatever. I can’t be bothered anymore.”
Brendel already knew that Freya was someone who had all bark and no bite, so he took out his own bag and emptied it. A few silver coins fell out from it, and it appeared like he had around five hundred Tor.
His mouth opened slightly as he did not expect that he had so little money. He had sold off a low grade gem from Ebdon’s loot for a good price in Ankries that was worth of tens of thousands of Tor. He had split up up the money into three parts and divided them to Freya and Romaine. But after purchasing some ingredients for an alchemy potion, he used up most of it.
The ingredients that he had were planned to make a High-potion that was supposed to raise willpower for a short time. It was called a ‘Berserker’s potion for mages’ in the game, and it was more likely to be even more popular in this world.
Freya was fuming , but she ultimately made up her mind not to let Brendel steal from the treasury of a noble. The escape from Fortress Riedon was a last resort, but no matter what, this attempt must not be allowed.
She convinced herself that it was out of justice and not because she was afraid of seeing Brendel’s neck in a noose. She glared at Brendel once she thought it through and calmed down.
“Why did you bring all of us to whis village?” She suddenly asked Brendel.
There did not seem to be anything in this village except for a single inn. There were only twenty or thirty families and this looked like a place that people stopped for a while and rest, but they were here for the entire morning.
But Brendel was equally impatient as well. He had sent out Batum for a task half an hour ago, but he still had not returned.
[Did I predict it wrongly? … No, this place is the right place. My memory isn’t bad enough that I can mistaken it for a different place. What does this mean? That person hasn’t moved in to this place yet? But didn’t the forums state that he was always here?]
Brendel finally raised his eyebrow when he saw the striking red moustache from Batum at the corner of the street.