"By the way, what happened to the villager who sold you out?" Malenia stood up, though there was no telling what she was going to do.
"Don't worry. As soon as I got back, I wrote Jerren a letter of accusation in All-Knowing's name," Zhao Si said.
The letter was concise. Its main point was that some villagers were smuggling people across the border and colluding with certain people in the army.
It left things unstated, very much in Sir Gideon Ofnir's style, and he had even specifically marked it as "written on his behalf."
That made it clear that Sir Gideon Ofnir had merely dictated it, rather than written it himself, so Jerren wouldn't think to check the handwriting.
He didn't need to worry about what happened next.
Taken seriously, this was corruption in the army. It was a big deal.
Jerren would definitely investigate.
Anyone who screwed Zhao Si over could forget about having an easy time afterward. If things went badly, the whole village might suffer.
That was beyond Zhao Si's control. When taking revenge, was he supposed to worry about innocent bystanders too? Nothing in the world was that perfect.
Besides, the village only had a dozen or so households. They had practically no secrets from one another.
Zhao Si didn't believe that the other villagers hadn't helped cover up something as major as smuggling people across the border.
So perhaps none of them would be wronged at all.
As for what exactly happened over there, he had no way of knowing.
"Since I'm at the Haligtree, I need to think about stealing Flame, Cleanse Me for you, then paying a visit to the Church of Deep Sleep." Zhao Si stood up too. "I need to go."
"Are you sure you mean stealing?" Malenia sounded doubtful.