“I see, you wish for me to eliminate the only obstacle between you and winning the gardening competition, any information about the target?” He did not ask why her reason was unethical but now that Degardo had Dubhlainn borrowed, he had no choice but heck it was all for the sake of paying off the bills to get all his weapons and parts here and shipping these is not so cheap.
“Yes that’s right, but as much as possible make it looks like it was an accident, she lives in Oak town a few miles away from my home which is right here.” The old lady smiled and nodded, showing Dubhlainn a visual of the map.
“I’ll pay you the reward as promised.”
“Understood” replied Dubhlainn as both of them parted ways.
As Dubhlainn was about to leave to his target, he grabbed his cellphone and texted Degardo about Ms. Coldflower’s request, demanding information about Ms. Coldflower herself. To his surprise, Ms. Coldflower used to belong to a dark wizard guild but had long retired in peace. Though age may have changed her appearance, her intentions were still as cruel as the witch she was years ago.
Night was about to fall, the sun started to set as Dubhlainn ride his horse, leaving neutral grounds and heading straight for his destination.