"It won't be necessary, mate," Orcbro grinned, expressing, "I'm living my passion here. Perhaps my daughter would scold me if I stayed, but who cares?"
Rizki persisted, "No, you're one of the major investors in the village we're about to head to."
Orcbro approached him, took the keys, and spoke to the other mercenaries present. "Let's get all the slaves out. We have a job waiting for us." Afterward, Orcbro turned to Rizki, flashing a warm smile, and announced, "Thank you, Ghost Archer. I guess I've found a nice place for retirement."
"As you wish, mate!" Rizki affirmed with a thumbs-up before moving to the left and sitting down beside Everyn. He started gathering the scattered gold coins on the table, returning them to a brown-toned bag, and stashing it into his dimensional pocket. Muttering to himself, he noted, "I have a hundred thousand gold coins remaining. It should be sufficient for the backup cost to manage the village."
