Sayam sheathed his short sword, his expression still somewhat dazed. "Just as I said, the Secret Investigation Department doesn't need to get involved in this matter anymore."
"Who asked you about that?"
Wei'en looked at him as if he were an idiot. "It's obvious they took the Divine Statue, and they also killed your son. As for who they are, I'm sure you know perfectly well."
"Well..."
"Don't you get it yet? Your commission is complete, so please pay the fee. Also, you nearly killed me just now, so you'll have to pay me extra for emotional damages... and for the Vazquez Race—hush money!"
Although the old sir had tried to kill him under the influence of the Lord of Desire's power, it had indeed caused him psychological trauma.
'Extorting... no, asking for a bit more gold should be justified, right?'
Sayam: "..."
'He's an old man who just lost two sons, and another one betrayed him... How can you be so heartless?'
"Here, 200 gold pounds!"
"Thank you, thank you, Sir Sayam."
