Chapter 114
Chapter 114
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Found You
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#114.
“Hey, run!”
With casual steps, Rinar walked out of the inn and shouted quietly at the boys watching from nearby before breaking into a sprint.
Tatatatak-!
He glanced back briefly.
There was no sign of anyone following yet—maybe they hadn’t noticed.
‘Called the kids out for nothing.’
He’d brought them along just in case, to create confusion if anyone gave chase...
But to think there’d be no reaction at all.
The regret was fleeting as a smile crept onto his face from the heavy weight in his pocket.
‘A lot.’
He had no idea exactly how much was inside.
But this sucker tossed him a gold coin just for his trouble.
At least five gold—no, maybe even ten.
‘If it’s over ten gold, I’m outta here.’
A train was still out of reach, but it was more than enough for other transport to the capital.
The extra time didn’t matter.
The sucker with deep pockets was nowhere in sight.
But he couldn’t relax yet.
The image of him back at the inn came to mind.
He’d crushed ‘that’ Rashid without batting an eye.
Rashid wasn’t just anyone—his status aside, he was the strongest bully in this city.
That meant the decorative sword Ashad mentioned probably wasn’t just for show.
Rinar had planned to snatch the sword along with the coin pouch if he got the chance, but he gave up after gauging the sucker’s skill.
No matter his own ‘abilities,’ swiping something that big right in front of him was a sure way to get caught.
‘Gotta be happy with the money.’
His heart felt full.
Rinar wound through alleys only locals knew, circling several times before heading to the hideout.
“Rinar! You okay?”
Ashad, who’d arrived first, scanned Rinar’s body and asked.
“As you can see, I’m fine.”
Ashad let out a sigh of relief as Rinar grinned back.
“You were so late, I thought something happened.”
“Nah. Just took the long way around to be safe.”
“Good as long as you weren’t tailed. But something must’ve gone down in there? That bald guy wouldn’t leave, then people started bolting out... and Rashid staggering out covered in blood.”
Ashad had only watched from outside and couldn’t guess what happened inside.
Which made him even more anxious.
Worried something might’ve happened to his friend.
“That sucker...”
Rinar gave a rough summary of what went down inside.
Ashad’s face paled.
“Th-that’s bad, right? If he’s strong enough to do that to Rashid, he’s no ordinary guy.”
If that man realized the money was gone, they were in real trouble.
But Rinar looked unconcerned.
“This is our turf. No out-of-towner’s finding us here. And so what? We’ll be gone before he even looks.”
He patted the pouch of coins.
“Still...”
“Stop worrying.”
To ease Ashad’s mind, Rinar decided to open the pouch and check it together.
“...What the fuck?”
“Gah!”
He’d figured maybe ten gold at most.
Even that would’ve been a fortune Rinar never dreamed of touching.
But no.
“H-how much is all this?”
Just eyeballing it, there was over a hundred gold.
“Hold still.”
Rinar carefully dumped the pouch onto the floor and started counting one by one.
Ten gold, twenty gold, a hundred...
“830 gold.”
Beyond imagination.
Plus a golden ticket and a fancy piece of paper with some unknown emblem.
The two stared in silence, blinking.
After a long moment.
Rinar spoke up.
“Let’s return it.”
“What?”
Ashad yelped in shock.
“What do you mean? This is enough to live off in the capital. It’d even help get into the academy! And you wanna give it back? Are you insane?”
Ashad seemed to lose his reason at the sight of money he’d never seen before.
But Rinar was different.
“If we take this, we’re screwed. It’s not ten or twenty gold—it’s hundreds. He could hunt us till we die.”
Most people wouldn’t think that far.
But the owner wasn’t most people.
Imagining that scary sucker chasing him forever already made his legs shake.
“Even so, 830 gold, Rinar. We couldn’t save this much in a lifetime.”
“I know. But no.”
Rinar was firm.
Ashad hadn’t seen the sucker himself, so he didn’t get it.
If Rinar’s own longing for the capital hadn’t burned so hot, he’d never have dared steal from that man either.
He was that terrifying.
“Sigh, if that’s what you think, no helping it.”
Ashad shook his head with a sullen look.
“Sorry.”
Ashad shook his head at Rinar’s apology.
“Nah, it’s fine. I wasn’t planning to return it anyway.”
Rinar’s head tilted.
“What? We just agreed to.”
“That’s your take. I’m different, Rinar.”
His friend’s grin sent a chill down his spine.
No way, he thought—but he trusted it couldn’t be.
Ashad was his one true friend and subordinate.
Apparently, Rinar was the only one who thought that.
“Sorry, Rinar. I need that money.”
A few kids emerged from the alley shadows.
All the ones Rinar had gathered.
He’d wondered why only Ashad was at the hideout—they’d been hiding.
But their faces weren’t right.
“You guys...”
“Kinda figured it might come to this. You’re too soft for your own good, Rinar. Unlike us.”
His lifelong friend’s eyes felt alien.
He backed away, but more blocked the rear.
‘This is bad.’
Ashad had no intention of letting him go.
Even if he offered the money, probably not.
Would he really kill him? The thought crossed his mind, but Ashad’s eyes said murder was on the table.
For that much money.
‘What do I do?’
No escape in sight.
“We’ll put the money to good use. We’ll take care of Amir too. Don’t worry.”
Rage surged.
Betrayal stung, but daring to mention his sister?
“You fucking...!”
“Ah, found you.”
Just as fury boiled over,
A voice that should never have been heard echoed from above.
Rinar jerked his head up in shock and spotted Seowoojin grinning from the rooftop.
“Where could he be?”
Seowoojin had left the inn with an apology, pawning his coat for the money and stepping out.
Quite some time had passed since that brat bolted, so naturally, no sign of him.
“Hmm...”
Seowoojin suddenly missed Kang Byung-gyu.
With that guy around, catching a petty thief would’ve been child’s play.
With a small sigh, Seowoojin picked a nearby alley and headed in.
Thieves like that usually lurked in places like this.
He walked the dim alley for a while, but only stumbling drunks and stray cats caught his eye.
“This is seriously bad.”
The money wasn’t the real issue.
Well, it mattered, but something else was way worse.
‘The decoy magic scroll.’
Essential for his plans upon arriving in Rimartan.
He had to get that back, money or no.
‘Problem is finding that damn brat.’
He spread his senses with mana, but too many people—no suspicious hits.
In the end, he had to leg it and search manually.
Taat-
Easier from above than wandering streets, so he leaped to the next rooftop.
He’d find him eventually this way.
‘Worst case, track down that sister’s place.’
Ask Mogadam or inn staff for directions.
She seemed like a local celebrity.
How long had he been at it?
Harder than expected.
The city’s alleys tangled like a spiderweb, disorienting newcomers completely.
Seowoojin finally gave up on direct search.
“Faster to go back and find the brat’s home...”
As he sighed.
His head snapped to one side.
‘Killing intent?’
Not far off, he sensed it.
Not the bloody stench of monsters or beasts like Reyna.
Crude and faint by comparison.
Seowoojin turned that way.
Killing intent meant someone had murder on their mind.
If it were distant, maybe ignore—but not right nearby.
He had the power to stop it.
Seowoojin kicked off the roof and soared.
Hwaaaak-!
He reached the source in seconds.
And there found the punk he’d been hunting.
“You fucking...!”
“Ah, found you.”
Seowoojin smirked.
The boys below startled and looked up.
Rinar too.
But...
“Atmosphere’s weird here?”
Rinar was surrounded by the other boys.
Like they were about to lynch him.
“Little shits.”
Seeing his money spilled on the ground, Seowoojin grasped the situation instantly.
“Steal my money and now try to kill him too?”
His eyes turned icy.
He’d planned to just discipline them lightly.
But no.
These kids were already gearing up to murder.
If he didn’t teach them a hard lesson, he could see the monsters they’d become.
Seowoojin dropped from the roof, landing silently.
Despite the height—like falling onto clouds, no sound.
Tension etched the boys’ faces.
“Who’re you, mister?”
One soft-faced, frail-looking boy asked Seowoojin.
“The money’s owner.”
A chilling reply.
That kid radiated the strongest killing intent.
“Can’t you just leave? You’re just one guy—we’ve got numbers.”
Fair point—nearly a dozen boys.
Enough to scare most adults.
But Seowoojin wasn’t most adults.
“Shut it. Hand over my money first. Then the lesson, you little fucks.”
Seowoojin’s gaze twisted feral.