No matter what the other man's goal had been, he was dead now, and Renard couldn't be bothered to waste any more brainpower on it.
Colliver, however, wasn't nearly as optimistic. He kept muttering, "The appearance of a Demon Slave isn't a good omen. It's not a good omen..."
Renard ignored the somewhat neurotic Colliver and fixed his gaze on the Demon Worshipper's satchel.
The satchel had been hidden at the man's waist. If Colliver hadn't cut him in half, Renard might never have realized he had any valuables on him.
Renard stepped forward and reached out to undo the satchel. A host of strange and unusual items came into view: transparent glass bottles filled with colorful liquids, thick rolls of parchment, scarlet pigment, an elegant quill, an ancient-looking book, and more.
He soon lost interest in the items. Perhaps only mages could make sense of a mage's belongings.
Of course, he wasn't one to waste anything. While Colliver wasn't looking, he stored it all in his spatial ring.
Renard then turned his attention to the Demon Worshipper's other belongings. He searched the man's coat pocket and found a finely made wallet. Carefully opening it, he saw two gleaming Magic Crystal Cards.
"Holy... damn." His eyes suddenly lit up, and his tongue seemed to tie itself in knots.
The lowest denomination of a Magic Crystal Card was ten gold coins, which meant there were at least twenty gold coins in the wallet.
He had no intention of sharing such a fortune with anyone. After all, he'd been the one to kill the Demon Worshipper, and he'd saved Colliver's life, too.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the Magic Crystal Cards naturally became his private property.
Renard turned the wallet upside down and shook it. Two gleaming gold coins and