"We're going to get thirty pounds just for this trip?"
"That's where you're clueless! Have you heard of the Jenny Machine? The thing we're stealing this time is a blueprint for something similar!"
"Ah?"
"But I've heard the yarn spun by the Jenny Machine is too coarse, and only we bumpkins can use it, right? Can that really be worth thirty pounds?"
"You know shit!"
"It's worth that to us, in someone else's hands it's a different story."
"…"
On the pitch-black streets, a line of people trudged through the low hum of night, occasionally whispering amongst themselves about various things.
And as a member of this group, Ronald silently followed at the very end.
In fact, just under a minute ago,
he was standing in the grand hall of White Shore Castle, pondering how to explain his "summoned creature" to the surrounding casters. But Demon Rame had activated a spell in an instant, triggering a trial from a specific original tome within the castle and even expanded the affected area.
