Chapter 190 No Hunt Is Ever Simple!
Eastern Region:
Dante Charmons:
Understanding the meaning of this man's words, at wanting some type of compensation from me for wanting important info, looking the man in his eyes with a stoic aura, I say as I tighten up my posture, what's your price sir?
Arching his head up with a face of greed brimming on it, the lime green haired man says with a sly smirk, let's see...my price...how's about 40 rils for what I know.
Wearing a small nap sack that I keep stationed on the right side of my belt, opening it up as I pull out a small brown tied up bag with coins jingling in it out, moving up as I hear my brothers creeping up behind me to listen in and to see what this man might pull.
With his eyes widening at seeing the little sack of money caressed in my right hand, knowing that I didn't speak falsity when I asked what price, vocalizing one more statement before I let him have the next turn, I say with a composed voice, as you can see I do not lie with my words, but now that you can clearly see that the coins are in my hand, tell me what I want to know.
Wasting no merit at giving me some answers, the lime green haired man says, I'll tell you one thing that I know for sure is, that leopard swordsman guy ain't in this here town anymore.
Having a response to that vague play of words, I say, is that so. Do you know where he was headed to next or anything of the sorts?
Tapping his chin as he creases his eyes up toward the sky as he ponders, replying rather promptly with something already ready to convey, the lime haired man says, I don't know the exact place he's traveling to, but what I do know, last I saw of him he was headed south of this town.
Prying a little more to see if I can squeeze any more details out of him, I ask with a brow raised and with a more inquiring manner, I say, Is that all the details you truly know on the man I showed you?
Seeing that I'm probing further, still keeping unflinching eye contact, the lime haired man says with no falter in his next sentence, truly that's all I've got on what you've asked of me. So, my pay please.
Getting at least something, even though I wanted more general info, tossing the bag of rils to the man, I say with a little reluctance, I appreciate the minimal info.
Done with the convo as I start my stride past the group of men to head south, having no formal words as they follow right behind me, skimming up a little faster as he lets his thoughts go, Damian says, are you sure you can take that man's word about Mezo?
Levelheaded and poised as I am at this time as I leisurely keep walking, commenting back to my analytical brother, I say, who's to say, but at least I got an inkling now on which direction he headed. And besides no hunt is ever really simple is it.
End of Chapter 190