"Where are my coins?" Saer grinded his teeth.

Girls did not speak.

Their words had dried out due to the Saer's menace.

"No need, Saer." Fierlo said by picking up a sack.

He shook it to hear coins rattle inside. Saer did not wait to hear anything from there.

He decapitated both of them in a single blow. The fat customer crept out of the bed on pool of blood to see half split bodies.

"How dare you kill my mistresses?" the angry man walked towards Saer.

But Saer did not mind being annoyed by a stranger. The old man walked out of the room in anger.

Saer watched his coins inside the bag.

"I wonder how much these girls spent." Saer tied the bag.

When Saer moved his eyes to the door, then he saw guards with their swords drawn. Behind them was the same old man who yelled, "See, two murderers have sneaked in this city."

To their misfortune, Saer hadn’t put his sword back in sheath either.

"I don’t want more deaths." Saer said.

"Then you shouldn’t have caused it in the first place." A guard came forward with his sword held high.

Saer stabbed him. The blade went through him like butter. But another guard was running at him while his sword was stuck in the corpse. Pulling the great-sword from the body, he slashed in at another guard – whose fate was no different.

Guards divided and the half of them charged at Fierlo, hoping they would spill his guts out.

"I am no different from him." Fierlo said after chopping a guard's head with ease, "All I lack is a big sword like him."

Slaughtering proceeded from there. The guards were losing their body parts while Fierlo and Saer were yet to get a flesh-wound.

Their swords were not missing the mark. Fierlo was the one to end the fight by stabbing a crawling guard.

Count of corpses had reached eleven.

"Where's that loose mouth, fatso?" Fierlo peeked out of the door.

Saer began to wipe blood from his sword.

"I don’t remember you being this good with blades." Fierlo had to say, "Will you tell me where you got this great sword from?"

"From a good forger." Saer said as Fierlo walked beside him in the passage.

"You have been keeping secrets, aren’t you?" Fierlo's voice changed.

"Yes. And don’t even think of being part of it." Said Saer while they were leaving the brothel.

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Without exchanging any words, the two cut-throats hit the street again in search of Tadeas' address.

However, the result remained same. Tired, they headed for a natural tap to drink water.

In total, there were twenty of them in a single place.

Those taps appeared to be things of elegance with dragons carved on their mouths.

"You know why such hated creatures are given this much priority?" Saer broke silence when he gulped the fresh water. He did not even wait for Fierlo to hum, "The king who lived here long ago believed dragons are misunderstood creatures. In fact, he loved them. And he wanted people to love them as well. So he made these dragon sculptures."

"You know a lot about this city, don’t you?" Fierlo also drank some water, "Have you already been here?"

"You are again trying to be part of something confidential."

"Explains everything."

"See, I don’t want to be rude. Not to you."

"Doesn’t seem you are trying."

"Don’t blame this man." A young man intervened, "This city is renowned. The man with sword must have heard about here at some point of time."

"Sorry, who are you?" Fierlo narrowed his eyebrows.

"Just someone who has seen you wandering in alleys of the city ten times a day." Young man smiled.

"And happened to meet us." Saer said, "Doesn’t seem like a mere coincidence to me."

"This might be fortune for you."

"Then don’t keep the fortune waiting, boy."

"Everyone here knows where Tadeas lives. But nobody will tell you the address."

"And why would you?"

"I hear you have coins."

"Who told you?" Saer got alerted.

"A rich man can't go unnoticed here."

Saer plucked out a coin from his bag, looked around for anything suspicious and when he didn’t see any, he tossed the coin at the young man.

He caught it with delight.

"Follow this route. Then you will see a big banyan tree. Take left from there and soon you will see a yellow house. It is where Tadeas lives." He said then started to disperse from the cut-throats' company.

"Wait. Why didn’t anyone tell us about it? Why did you sell the detail for a coin while nobody else did?"

Young man turned at them, "Because I have nothing to gain from Tadeas."

They let him go from there.