Chapter 8

  The next day, Drakkel stayed in the inn while he delegated some duties to the Demon Lords. Shia would disguise herself and acquire a job at Hidden Treasures, Fargos would gather intel, and Drion would stay with him as he went to Hidden Valley's Goods.

  As he discussed some ideas with Palta Stone that would help with improving her business, they heard a man shouting at the entrance. “Tell your boss to come out! I have a proposition for her!’

  Palta Stone guiltily looked at him. “Sorry about that, Sir Sylas. I will go and handle it. Please wait here.”

  Drakkel shook his head. “Now that we’re business partners, I won't let you deal with your troubles alone.”

  Palta Stone bowed her head in thanks and allowed Drakkel to follow her to the entrance.

  Since they were sitting in the backroom, the man at the entrance had some time to cause more trouble before they arrived.

  When they got there, they caught him holding the scruff of the cashier whose forehead was beaded with sweat and eyes were wide and shaky with terror.

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  Drakkel shot a glance at Drion and Drion nodded.

  He took out a hand fan from his robes and threw it at the man.

  The fan whizzed through the air like an arrow, hitting the back of the man’s hand with a loud thud.

  The man yelled out in pain as he winced and recoiled his hand, allowing the cashier to escape.

  Holding his hand which was now beginning to turn red and inflamed, he said, “So you hired some bodyguards, eh Palta? And I had just come here to offer you a good deal! How could you treat me with such disrespect?”

  “I told you no the last ten times, Cailin!” She answered.

  The man named Cailin’s mouth widened into a cocky grin. “You can only hold on for so long! Your store is on its last legs! And I had a good offer for you too! But that's fine. When this place is about to close and you get so desperate you would give it away for a few gold coins, I’ll be here to collect it!”

  The man huffed and walked out, still nursing his hurt hand.

  Palta Stone sighed. “I’m sorry, Sir Sylas. That man is from Hidden Treasures. He’s been showing up almost everyday for the last three months trying to buy my store.”

  Drakkel shook his head. “A man like that works for Hidden Treasures? What a disgraceful display.”

  He gave Palta Stone a resolute smile and continued, “Don't worry. With me here, he won't be able to do anything. Now let's continue our discussion.”

  Palta Stone nodded.

  After checking that the cashier was ok, they returned to the room.