The hobgoblin's sword was the first thing they sold.
Valentius knew the old legends. The being had offered to become his vassal.
Valentius didn't want to be linked to goblins.
No, they were to be a source of gold. Gold that could buy him peace. Even for a little while.
He didn't kid himself.
Thinking he could live on a farm while Wrath was still strong and had an army was a pipe dream.
But the money could buy Albert a new staff and some armor—nothing to hint that he was a true Nightshade. He didn't want the king, Nero, to find out.
Not anymore. The man was probably going to sell him to Wrath… Amos was the only one who kept him away from being.
Marek was probably…
Valentius didn't want to think about Marek. He shook his head and ran a hand through his short hair. Hair Marek used to cut in the old Nightshade style.
Valentius looked at the armor on display.
"Everything has runes on it!" Albert marveled next to him.
