On the carriage ride back, Alfred handed the gun case to Ronan.
Ronan opened the lid and saw the two silver revolvers inside once again. There was nothing wrong with them.
"These two guns have names."
Alfred introduced them, "The standard-caliber one is called Ranger, and the large-caliber one is called Knight!"
"Very fine names."
Ronan nodded. "They are exactly what I need. How many gold pounds do I owe you in total?"
Ronan had no idea how much Master Bridges' works sold for, but since they were regarded as collectibles, they surely were worth a great deal.
He had also prepared himself to bleed heavily.
Yet to Ronan's surprise, Alfred shook his head and answered with utmost sincerity, "Ronan, compared to the life-saving grace you gave me, they are nothing at all."
"So please do not refuse this gift, which represents my gratitude!"
Ronan fell silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you. I'll accept them."
Knowing gratitude and repaying it was a wonderful virtue, one that deserved encouragement. He did not refuse the gift because he did not want Alfred to carry the burden in his heart forever.
That way, everyone was happy.
Seeing Ronan accept them so readily, Alfred could not help but smile in relief. "Actually, I did not spend that many gold pounds. I happened to come across them this time. Charles Mana has business dealings with my family; otherwise..."
He had learned the news and made a move before anyone else, and with the help of his family's connections, he had obtained these two works by Master Bridges from the other party.
Otherwise, if Charles Mana had taken them straight to auction, not only would acquiring them later have been troublesome, the price he had paid would certainly have been much higher.
At last,