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"Easy money – not bad at all, I can live with that," thought the Beliad as he rode the commuter train back to Reims. "Let them learn how to survive in this world so they don't become easy prey. Let them be glad they listened to Professor Scammerfield's safety lecture for such a small price." He was slightly amused by the fact that they were both academics.
"It would have been better, of course, to have blood on my blade and more money than just some trinket. But killing the old woman and carrying the kid to the capital under my arm, with a broken head, who's stabbing me in the back, would have been too stressful. I should have grabbed some sleeping potion when I left; then everything would have turned out differently," he sighed, looking at the barns flashing by outside the window. "If I had calculated the dose correctly this time..."
"Never mind, buddy, there's a tournament coming up soon. You'll get drunk then," he patted Silas and gave him a friendly slap.