Gun Sage: A Cultivation Novel by Skyler Grant

Author:Skyler Grant [Grant, Skyler]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-01T06:00:00+00:00

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"Greed isn't just good, it is everything. To truly master yourself, you must first own everything." Path of the Golden Treasury.

When they returned to their room that night they found a message waiting for them, attached to the door. "Heard you are looking for me. If you are open to a better offer, meet at the west side livery. Midnight. -Snidley."

Van read the note and passed it over to Alexa.

"Think it's a trap?" Van asked.

"I actually don't. If it were a trap he'd be more subtle about it—he is a con man. This is something else. Curious to hear what he has to say?" Alexa asked.

"We could just track this note back to him. Given Guild security, whoever delivered it had to be caught on camera. Follow that lead back to him."

"Could. It bother you to go against a contract?"

Van thought about that. Honor was a big thing amongst the nobles back home, and so far as he could tell it seemed a big thing in the Dynasty too. While Van placed a high value on personal loyalty, these Guild contracts had largely been to capture or kill people he didn't know on behalf of other people he didn't know.

"Long as it doesn't mess with our business reputation, I can't see the harm unless it really is an ambush," Van said.

"Guess it's going to be a long day then. It's already late, let's head back out."

The streets of New Diablos were a different sort of world at night. Instead of vendors hawking fruits and mining supplies, there were those in various states of undress offering far more personal services, and those shouting out directions to one tavern or another.

That had largely been left behind by the time they got to the west side of town.

There was a carriage waiting outside the livery, a prominent sigil of a lion on a shield on the side. From within a pale hand motioned.

They boarded and found a young woman waiting for them, blonde and curvy, and dressed in an overly pink gown.

"I'm supposed to ask for your weapons. They'll be fine, just need to lock them up. I'm Silibah," she said with an awkward smile.

"You'll pry my guns from my cold dead hands, and she doesn't need weapons to kill you a dozen different terrible ways," Van said, settling into a seat.

Alexa flashed a feral grin, the air growing notably more chill within the carriage.

Silibah looked wide-eyed between them, "Please, he said it was really important. You should trust him. Morty is just the kindest and most decent man I've ever met."

"He's really not," Alexa said. "He wanted to meet with us. He can do it with us armed right now, but willing to listen, or the next time we meet we'll be coming to haul him in."

Silibah let out an exaggerated sigh. "He said you might not agree. He's really smart too, always knows what you're thinking. Fine." She rapped twice on the paneling facing the driver and the carriage lurched into motion.

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