"Master, isn't what we're doing a little underhanded?"
On the way back to the Silver Moon Bar after leaving Vitus Restaurant, Seraf watched Sordil count the gold coins. He had originally thought his master intended to secretly steal the intelligence stored by the Wundest Guild, but instead, his master had taken him straight into Vitus Restaurant by force. Just when he thought his master was about to seize it through violence, his master used someone else's subordinate as a bargaining chip and, after some "peaceful negotiations," easily traded for the house and the intelligence. He had even used the matter of being followed to threaten the other party and squeeze their hard-earned money out of them. Faced with Sordil's whole series of outrageous moves, Seraf, who had received a noble education since childhood, felt a little uneasy.
"Seraf, you can't be too rigid in life. We've only just arrived in Philiers, and we don't know the place or its people. Most importantly... we have no money. How are we supposed to survive here if we don't do this? Besides, he was the one who provoked me first. There's nothing wrong with asking him for a little compensation for lost work, emotional distress, medical expenses, and so on, right?"
A little? That was probably the work of that man's entire life! Seraf grumbled inwardly.
Touching the heavy bag on his back, watching the gold coins in Sordil's hand, and listening to what he was saying, Seraf suddenly felt that it was a waste of his master's talents not to become a bandit. Still, he had to admit that this was indeed the best way to handle things for now. It eliminated an unknown threat while giving them a foundation to establish themselves here. But Sordil's next words made him realize he