Sirone pursed his lips and asked.�Maybe Amy is right.�However, she did not want to see her act blaspheming others no matter how bad she was.

�it�s okay.�go or go�Let�s grab the wagon first.�

When Sirone didn�t say anything, Amy turned around and walked away.�Tess, who was looking at her, scratched her head in embarrassment.

�this.�The situation has become ambiguous.�

* * *

Entering the alleyway of Dock 3, Jess quarreled with her friends.�He was supposed to catch his share when the ship came in, but now that his guests had gone out too, all he could do was argue.

�Jis!�What if I give that money back!�If it�s 5 gold, it�s money that you don�t have to pay for a few days.�

�Don�t you have any pride?�You throw money away in front of your eyes, so you want me to accept it like a beggar?�

�Then how about it?�After all, money is money.�

�I can�t do that.�damn bitch!�Even if you ignore me, you�re still oily!�

Jess clenched his fists and trembled.�But his friends couldn�t understand him.�What is it that makes you feel bad?

Of course, the behavior of the woman who threw away the money was a great humiliation to them, but the arrogant attitude of the nobles was not a recent thing anyway.

�Jiss, be honest.�Did you have a crush on her?�

�what?�Why do I like such a girl?�

�You build up your pride in front of the girl you like.�But she said the boy is an aristocrat.�It can�t be done anyway, and if you see that they give out 5 gold easily, the rank of the nobles will be very high.�

�So what?�What if everything is noble?�I�m Jis�The body that will become the ruler of the port!�

At that moment, footsteps were heard in the dark alley.�Jis�s hair stood on end at the characteristic sound of the gong driven into the sole of his shoe as it collided with the ground.�

So did other friends.�There was only one person in the harbor who made the sound of footsteps like this.

�Hey, Jess.�

He was a middle-aged man of medium height.�A strong impression and fierce eyes like poisonous snakes.�It was Falcoa, the leader of Freeman�s organization, which Jis�s gang belonged to.

Jess shook her shoulders.�Falcoa was cruel.�He didn�t mind being beaten, befitting his penchant for violence.�If the number was wrong, whether it was 10 or 100 people, they ran and beat them at random.�The word Galliant�s idiot didn�t come out of nowhere.

�Ah, Brother Falcoa.�hello.�

Falcoa teased his chin and wrapped his arms around Jess.�A disgusting smell stung Jess� nostrils.�A drug addict, he never took the loop out of his mouth for a moment.

�Give it up.�Did you get the money?�

�Ah, that����uh, no.�

�doesn�t exist?�

There was a cool light in Falcoa�s eyes.�Thinking that they would have to pay for it at this rate, Jess� friends prostrated themselves on the floor.

�Sah, save me!�They said they don�t ride in our wagon!�I clung to the end, but I was threatened����.�

�okay?�Then what did you throw away?�It�s not money, it�s shit?�

Jess�s heart sank.�He pretended not to know and seemed to have watched from beginning to end. JrNovels.com