c*****e and Gold
1357 Words
“SHITE!!!” Callan said at the sight of the c*****e before them.
Lyvia and Jinna gasped and froze at the doorway. There was so much blood and so many body parts, they could not even ascertain how many people were in there.
Callan turned around and faced them. “We have to get out of here. NOW!” he said.
He grabbed Jinna’s soft delicate hands on one side and Lyvia’s hand on another side.
They ran all the way to the car without stopping, without turning back, as if hell’s hounds were after them.
As soon as they got in, Callan started the car and they sped off, the tires squealing.
“What’s going on? It looked like a m******e in there!” Lyvia exclaimed.
“I have no idea what happened but we better not be seen near there otherwise, we would’ve been branded as the killers,” Callan replied.
“But…there was a woman before us, she was so rude, it must be her!” Lyvia said, remembering the cold arrogant woman who swept pass them before disappearing in literally a horseless magical carriage, not a car.
She noticed Callan gritting his teeth, his face grim as he manoeuvred the car down the road. They have reached a section of the city where there are more cars zooming alongside them.
“She was probably the killer but she could easily turn around and say we are the killers and we won’t be able to go against her word,” he said through gritted teeth.
He explained that the Elit woman had seen his face so she could probably conjure his image from memory and report him to the police.
“They would believe an Elit over a Norm any day and I would not be able to free myself ever if they were to arrest me for the m******e,” he told them.
“She barely looked at both of you so she might not be able to conjure up your faces and since you are not from here, there are no records of your faces too,” he said.
Lyvia’s heart plunged at the thought of the police going after Callan. Callan was in danger of being arrested for something he did not do. All because of them. If they did not have to purchase cooked food for Drago Margie, this would never have happened.
“So where are we going now?” she asked him as he swerved and changed lanes, speeding as they went along.
“Straight to Dwarfisinger’s Gold and Silver, if we can’t get food, we can at least get something shiny for Drago Margie,” he said.
“But…but…what about the police?” she asked.
He was silent for a while. She could see a vein throbbing on his temple.
“I am hoping that we can get to Drago Margie before the police comes after us, maybe she can help,” he said, finally.
He took a corner and came to a sudden stop. They have stopped in a large open space with a single squat building in the middle backed by a huge mountain.
Lyvia looked around and realised they are in a forest. They had driven along a wide dirt road and ended up here.
“Why don’t you two wait here? I’ll go get the gold real fast,” he said brusquely, slamming the car door without waiting for their reply.
Lyvia turned to Jinna. The other woman was trembling delicately next to her. She has not uttered a word since witnessing the c*****e.
“Will you stay here? I want to go look around,” she asked. Jinna nodded.
Lyvia left the car and headed carefully to the building where Callan had disappeared into. She looked around to make sure there were no magical horseless carriages appearing behind her before opening the door.
An opulent room of gold, diamonds and silver greeted her.
She was so awed at the sight, she stood there gawping at the golden chandelier that appeared alive with strands of diamonds dripping down it like a waterfall before it circled back up to drip down again.
“What are you doing here?!” A voice broke into her thoughts.
She blinked and Callan came into focus.
He was holding an intricate jewellery piece that looked like a necklace. It appeared both dainty and strong. It shone in a bright gold with a hint of rose and the swirls are dotted with diamonds and precious stones.
“Is that…wow…is that for Drago Margie?” she asked, amazed at the delicate intricacy and beauty of the piece.
“I hope it will do since we have to forgo the food,” he said and looked at it contemplatively.
“This will create a huge dent in my savings for sure,” he muttered under his breath but Lyvia heard him loud and clear.
She felt guilty. Not only will he be blamed for murder, he is spending his savings on gold for them.
She wished she could help but she doesn’t have any of her gold coins with her. She had a whole room full of gold coins back home.
She waited while Callan spoke to the dwarves at the counter and placed his hands on a screen there.
They took the necklace carefully, wrapped it up in soft white tissue and placed it into a bed of satiny cushion. It was then placed inside a velvet box.
After Callan was done, they handed him the box and bowed gratefully.
“It was nice doing business with you, Mr Delzon,” one of them said.
Another dwarf approached them and stopped them at the doorway.
“Mr Delzon, you should get this ring for your lady friend here,” he said, showcasing a gorgeously carved silver and gold ring with a sparkling stone that seemed to pulse and twinkle set in its centre.
“It’s a live stone, we rarely get those, your lady friend will love this, it suits her beautiful hair and fair skin,” he said.
Callan and Lyvia stopped and stared at the ring, transfixed.
It was gorgeous and it looked alive, the stone sparkling with a myriad of colours undulating under its surface.
“Well? You can pay with credits,” the dwarf cajoled. “It is only 200 credits, not that expensive,” he added quickly.
Callan lifted his eyebrow suspiciously.
Lyvia was confused. Despite Callan explaining how money and credits worked in this world, she could not really understand most of it.
She knew that credits were earned from when he absorbed magic and used magic for good while money was earned from his work as a librarian.
The credits can be used for his magic to power his basic needs such as his home, food, car and lodging while the money was used for other things like gold or handmade things, basically things that he doesn’t really need.
She doesn’t know how much is 200 credits.
“That sounds reasonable,” Callan said but made no effort to reach out for the ring.
“Yes, very reasonable, you should get it for your lady friend here, maybe you’ll get lucky tonight, eh?” the dwarf winked and gave him a cheeky jab on his side.
Lyvia was affronted. She doesn’t need to understand the lingo to know what the dwarf meant.
“Well, I am not that easy. All this,” she made a sweeping gesture down her body, “For a ring? Really?” she huffed and walked out with her head raised high.
Callan followed behind her not long after and they got into the car wordlessly.
“Next up, Drago Margie, let’s hope she’s home and in the mood for visitors,” Callan said as they peeled out of the forest.
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