"I know this is not enough money," the servant said as he slid the money on the table towards Grian.
On the contrary, Grian, pipe in mouth and lost in thought, watched the servant, his mind already piecing together the puzzle. He had a decent idea of what this servant was trying to do.
He looked at the servant's simple but grimy face, pondered a bit, and finally voiced his conjecture.
"So, you want to kill the Town Leader?" he blurted out coldly.
The servant didn't expect that this old man in front of him would have such sharp observational skills.
His expression froze for a few seconds, but then he laughed. Indeed, it was obvious what he wanted to do. He wanted to kill that fat pig.
The cunning deceitful Town Leader sleeping with his fiancée was nothing but a fat pig in his eyes!
Moreover, the servant believed that the information he had would not be turned down by the man in front of him.
