The employee stated the amount, a quantity of mid-grade spirit stones numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Kyrian remained silent for a moment.
'Not bad.'
It was not a fortune capable of completely changing his situation, but it was more than enough to cover his expenses during a long journey. After putting away the ring, he thanked him and left the place.
Now he was truly ready. Tomorrow, he would leave.
When Kyrian finally returned to his courtyard, night had already completely fallen, the sky dotted with stars that shone like distant beacons. The place was silent. After the bustling days in the city, that silence seemed especially pleasant, a balm for his tired mind.
Kyrian entered the courtyard, his footsteps softly echoing against the stone. The tree remained exactly as before, its branches slowly swaying in the night wind. He walked toward it and sat beneath its shade, feeling the rough trunk against his back.
