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Winters looked at Gold.
"Enough." Gold suddenly laughed a few times, "I didn't die, his life is enough."
Xial took out another stamped parchment, "Miss Navarre's promissory note, found on this fellow's counter."
Gold took the promissory note, insisting, "I want to cash this note."
"Good," Winters nodded.
Then he used the keys found on the goldsmith to open the vault.
Gold counted the Ducat Gold Coins one by one, not even taking an extra silver piece.
After counting out exactly one thousand Ducats, Gold placed the promissory note on the goldsmith's corpse and put fifty gold coins on top of it—that was the storage fee due.
Then he spat on the body of the goldsmith.
"Let's go," Winters said, supporting Gold as they left.
"If I were still living by the knife and the blood, I'd have no complaints about being beaten or killed," the former pirate leader expressed his sorrow and grief. "Why... Why..."
Winters had no answer, and he supported Gold all the way outside the house.
