“Hundred is a great number, but unfortunately, it’s still not enough to get you a wish,” Jorga told Edgar, expecting what the boy was going to ask. “But if you’re willing to stay in this town for the next ten years, then I can grant you a dignitary token, with which you can buy goods and resources for reduced prices anywhere in the town.”
“I don’t want a token,” Edgar straightforwardly said. “Give me money if you can.”
“How dare this kid demand things from the council!” some onlookers rebuked him. “Just because you killed some beasts, you think you can ask whatever you want?”
Jorga raised his hand, and the people stopped.
After discussing with the council members for a minute, Jorga said, “We’ve always given resources as rewards instead of money, but we’ll make an ex
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WHIT 62 - THE RAIN COMES AND THE PEOPLE GO
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WHIT 63 - PUSHING THE LIMITS
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WHIT 65 - THE HUMAN SHELL [VOL 04 - THE GRAY IN THE HEART]
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WHIT 68 - THE GREAT GATE
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