"Mistress, aren't we going after him?" One of Neirin's servants asked.
They obviously did not agree with their master's decision, but they were only servants. They should know their place.
The commotion settled down. The men running after Vincent were nowhere to be found, and the crowd dispersed without hesitation as they saw the situation was resolved brazenly.
Everything was left back to how it was, and people began to mind their business.
Neirin smiled mischievously. She was looking in the direction where Vincent had run off to. "Let him be."
"But…"
"I have a feeling that I'll meet him again." Neirin turned and entered the sewing shop. "Besides, we should be thankful that he couldn't go further on this shop. If so, it leaves me no choice but to kill him."
"That's right, but… 1000 gold coins for a useless man like him… It's too much." One of the servants countered.
