CHAPTER 30: HOW ABOUT YOUR HEAD?

"Noble honorary, dear Stuart. Which is worth the same as shit to me." Gobini corrected, crushing Stuart’s hopes before looking at one of the thugs next to him.

Noticing his master’s gaze, the thug stepped forward and said, "I’ve never spoken to her, but I’ve seen a glimpse of her, Mr. Gobini. She’s a chubby bitch with a huge ass and the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen in my life!"

"The biggest, hm? hehehehe" Gobini laughed, his shrill, irritating voice sounding more like an endless torture session for everyone there.

"Yes, the biggest! I guarantee you’ll love it!" Stuart exclaimed, his crushed hope rekindling into a small flame at the sight of Gobini’s excited laughter.

"Well... I’ll accept your offer, but that only covers half the deal... since you have nothing more to pay me, I guess you’ll have to hand over one of your limbs...

What will it be? One of your arms or one of your legs?" Gobini asked with an amused expression on his face.

"It can be my left arm Mr. Gobini, I promise to use my right arm to work and repay you for your infinite mercy!" Stuart exclaimed as he pulled up the sleeves of his left arm and held it out to Gobini.

He was clearly still trembling at the thought of losing his arm, but he was willing to pay that price if he could live.

"No... I don’t like your choice... how about your head? hehehehe" Gobini laughed scornfully before waving to one of the thugs accompanying him.

Stuart begged and cried like a child, but it was no use.

Soon his head flew through the air and his decapitated body collapsed on the ground.

"Do you want me to fetch Miss Victoria, Mr. Gobini?" The bandit asked, now that Stuart had agreed to take her as payment, he didn’t dare refer to her in a disrespectful way.

"No... how is the matter with the crystal going?" Gobini just shook his head.

"It’s going well, my lord. Our team has already received the items needed to break into the vault and have secured a sixth person to serve as a sacrifice for the break-in runes.

They should start the mission in the early hours of the morning and be here before dawn," the bandit replied promptly.

"Good! We’ll start the ritual as soon as they arrive! About that bastard’s ex-wife, go and get her on the night of the mission.

I want her here to see the man her new husband will become before I take her as my wife!"

***

After discussing the plans with Robert, Ethan immediately went to bed.

When he woke up, he spent the whole day meditating, calming his mana heart and laying the foundations of his power.

In the dead of night, when he finally felt ready, Ethan left his room and the town of Stormerga.

His destination was the outskirts of the coal mine controlled by the royal family, which was just over 15 kilometers from Stormerga.

Hidden by the veil of night, he covered the distance in just over an hour and soon met up with other members of the group.

Eve was sitting on a rock with a bored expression.

She was wearing a long noble dress, her black hair had been dyed gold and even the color of her eyes had been changed.

As for the other men, they were all wearing cloaks and had their faces completely covered by black masks.

"Ethan, did you bring your mask?" Robert asked, concerned to see that his face was still uncovered.

"Yes." Ethan replied briefly before pulling a mask from his pocket and covering his face, leaving only his beautiful blue eyes visible.

"Good! We can get started. Eve goes in front to talk to the guards, I go in the back to protect her.

Once she’s got their attention, you can head inside the mine," Robert ordered and, after making sure everyone was ready, left with Eve.

They were at the top of a small hill. The guards’ hut was just below, and in front of it was a bonfire where men drank and sang as they enjoyed the night.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes for Eve to reach the area around the hut.

Along the way, she had tousled her hair, messed up and soiled her dress, even pulling it down a little to show as much of her boobs as possible without letting them slip out of her clothes.

"Who’s coming?" One of the guards shouted, alerting everyone else.

It was a dark night and they drew their swords towards a slender figure whose appearance had not yet been revealed by the firelight.

"A woman?" Another guard spoke up when Eve’s figure finally became clear.

"Please help me!" Eve cried out in a tearful voice and, in an impeccable performance, threw herself into the arms of the first guard who approached.

"I was traveling with my husband when we were attacked by bandits! They... They killed him in front of me..." Eve burst into tears as she hugged the man even tighter, using all her feminine charms to win the men’s pity.

"Calm down, miss. Sit down with us, have a drink and tell us what happened. We are warriors of the royal family and I command these men. I promise on my honor that we will do everything we can to avenge your husband’s death!"

The oldest of the guards stepped forward and took Eve’s hands, who had already escaped from the guard’s arms and was now crying on the ground.

Clearly trying to win the favor of a beautiful widow, he helped her up and poured her a glass of the most expensive wine he could find in that hut.

"T-thank you so much..." Eve spoke in a sobbing, broken voice as she drank, oblivious to the burning stares that many of those men were casting in her direction.