91 Keep searching for your death.

A loud crash and clanking of metal reverberated through one part of the baron's manor. Two heavy pieces of the metal safe fell with such force that they made the ground cave in. Perrin managed to successfully dodge the attack; otherwise, his head would have been a bloody mess by now.

"Lady Sasha, I'm sorry," Perrin began.

"Don't talk! One more word, and I will cut your tongue!" she shouted with rage.

Perrin gritted his teeth and forced himself to regain control. If only she didn't have that artifact with her, he would have killed her secretly ages ago.

"Do you know how long it takes for the entire town of Aswalt to produce 35 gold coins?" Lady Sasha said with a begrudging face.

"Four years. Four years, you useless..." she shouted. "And here I painstakingly produced that kind of money in just two years with the Raven Gang. And you say every single dime of it is gone in a night? Do I look like a naive lady who would believe in fairy tales?"