Alka walked over to the busy Balazs, Treasure in hand.
"Alka, not going to rest a bit first?" Balazs asked with a smile, looking at Alka.
With his great vendetta finally avenged, Balazs now felt completely at ease; the relaxation showed from inside out.
Seeing Balazs like this, Alka smiled, then put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him off to the side.
He handed him the small box he was carrying.
This was the box Alka and the others had used earlier to store the Treasure, though some features on its exterior had just been worn away.
"This is?" Balazs looked at the box, a bit puzzled.
"Isn't it what you deserve? Still remember the contract we made back on Border Island?"
"You mean that? I already canceled it before, didn't I? You should've felt it."
Because of unexpected circumstances, practically all of the profit from that time ended up in Alka's hands.
And as someone who hadn't benefited, Balazs had canceled the contract himself.
