"I have booked the vehicles"
Xeron silently took the corners of the paper he had signed and ran his eyes to the tiny boy, who was a client and another victim of underground jobs.
"Yes sir"
'I will see you later"
He took the pad of papers and left silently. Xeron thought of what he earned by doing this. Maybe some cash he could pay off his education with, or a bunch of new brandy that he would like to use. Alcohol and money knew no bounds and Xeron learned that from an experience of fifteen years.
To curse his own past for all those mistakes and yet, he was running away.
That was the only way left.
At this moment, there was nothing more he could do.
He got out of the Tomb Dungeons, the place was not-so-confidential and the most illegal matters were dealt with legally and made for th
