"Haha, don't be so tense. If he truly had any strength, I wouldn't have come personally." The red-robed mage smiled. "And don't pretend to be law-abiding citizens. You've murdered nobles before—like at Wolfhowl Keep… heh."
"I was only testing your real intention. If the price is right, my brothers and I would even dare to rape the Empress."
Bloodhand laughed instead of getting angry, sheathing his blade as he stepped forward and slung an arm around the mage's shoulders.
"You just need to do the job." The red-robed mage slapped the hand away, sneering endlessly.
Mercenaries had little concept of morality or discipline. They were among the few who dared to assassinate nobles—or even attempt usurpation.
"The target is Baron Phield. Ask around if you want—he's a cowardly, useless waste. Hardly any soldiers under him, maybe none at all. Find him first, then kill him. The bounty is five hundred gold coins. Everything he carries belongs to you."
