The negotiations went unexpectedly smoothly. No matter how he had imagined it beforehand, the young man had never expected Lansmit to be such a reasonable person, leaving many of the conditions he had prepared completely unused.
It was not until Victor walked downstairs and saw Angoulême by the bar, hugging several bags of her winnings and grinning from ear to ear, that he truly felt the matter had been settled.
The person speaking with Angoulême was Siegfried, a Rose Knight. Victor stepped forward, asked Griffin for a small glass of cherry liquor, then picked up the iron-plated leather armor beside Angoulême and began putting it on.
Seeing Victor don his armor, the knight could not help laughing. "Come on, this is Vizima, and it's nighttime. There's no enemy here for you to guard against like that."
Without stopping, the young man kept smiling. "I have someone to thank for this habit. The last time I went out without armor, he taught me a lesson I'll never forget."
Siegfried had no idea what he meant and could only shake his head. "Suit yourself!"
At that moment, Angoulême cut in with a face full of smiles. "Hey, Vic, look! We won so much money!" She piled the moneybags one by one in front of him.
"If you've got money, hurry up and put it away. Are you leaving it out for someone to rob?" Seeing the wild girl grin so broadly that her gums showed, Victor knew she had definitely wagered more than a hundred Orens.
The girl said with a giggle, "Don't worry. With a Rose Knight here, no bad guy would be stupid enough to try robbing us. I already made an arrangement with him—he'll take us home today."
Raising an eyebrow, Victor looked at Siegfried. "Wouldn't that be too