He quickly succumbed to the poison and died.

�Hey, are you okay?�

The merchant guild leader looked up at the ceiling and started to speak once the trusted subordinate was a corpse that could not respond.

�Get rid of it.�

Shhhhh.

Two assassins silently came down from the roof and one of them started to move the trusted subordinate�s body.

Shhhhh.

The merchant guild leader watched and filled a new glass handed to him by the other assassin with wine. He then took a sip.

The deep concern that he had shown earlier was not present at all.

He looked calm and peaceful.

�Lay low for a while.�

He gave an order to the assassins who were his true trusted subordinates.

�And keep sending money to the South.�

The subordinates silently nodded their heads.

The South.

He started to think about the Alchemists� Towers located there.

The royals that Plavin Singten was now supporting were located there.

He leaned back on the couch and calmly assessed the situation.

��It�s still okay. There�s still hope.�

There was still a chance for his power and status to be maintained.

There was a reason he was staying in this secret residence in the capital.

Plavin Singten had stayed in the capital even as other shady bastards of other merchant guilds ran to the countryside.

Of course, part of it was because of this secret residence that looked normal on the outside because it was surrounded by magic.

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