The Orb of Wrath (The Merchant's Destiny Book 1) Read Free Page A

in 4 Arrow Street, Roko, Norvik County.
    Signed
    Ahruman, Commander of Andon ”
     
    Erion took an envelope from the desk. He folded and put the letter inside. He closed the envelope and applied the Commander's seal he found in the top drawer. He stamped the letter and put the letter in his pocket. Then he replaced all the documents as they he had found them and placed them in the drawer.
    Erion chuckled. Once the bank executed the order, the Commander would see how the money disappeared from his account. Although the bank would say it had been from his own order, the first suspicion of the Commander would certainly be that he had been a victim of foul play by the businessman. His reputation was not exactly that of a gentleman, and this favored Erion. This way, the farmers from Xelake would probably be greatly benefited, as well as the poor that the Order of Light attended throughout the Kingdom. The two brainiacs, the Commander and the businessman, would get nothing, and they would become enemies.
    Well, maybe not everything would turn out so great, but he had to try. Luck is for the bold. In addition, he had nothing to lose because they could not track the mess back to him; obviously he was counting on getting away without being caught. The stakes had increased; if he was caught in that moment, he was to be surely hanged.  A way as any to make life more interesting.
    He shuffled the room a little more, knocking some books off the shelf, to reinforce the impression of a hasty and messy theft, but carefully as to not to make noise. There was not much else to do in that office. He slipped into the hallway and then quickly checked the rooms in that floor; essentially two bedrooms. There was always a fine balance between how many goods you could get, and how much risk you want to take. He quickly decided he would not seek to steal anything in the other floors. With the presence of the housekeeper, it was too dangerous. He also decided to invest only five or ten minutes more checking the rooms in that floor, before leaving the house. He almost always managed to find valuables in the first minutes. He had a lot of practice.
    He picked up a few more objects, including some jewelry, and put it in his backpack. Then he climbed to the roof and picked up his hook and cable. He had lost too much time. The tower guard had already taken their positions at every floor. He had to find a different way out.
    He approached the south side of the roof, facing Elf Street. It was a busy street during the day, not the best way to enter or exit. However, at that hour of the night, with a little luck and if he was fast, he could escape without incident. He fixed his harpoon, and dropped the cable to the street. He carefully observed if the road was clear and then quickly slid down the facade. At the bottom, with a deft flick of the wrist he picked up the harpoon and the cable and put them away.
    He walked stealthily to the corner, looking at the junction with the next road. There was no one. He slipped back into the shadows until the next site. He would be well hidden there, as this street was narrow and dark. He took his hood off and changed his jacket into a more appropriate one he carried in his backpack. Then he went on his way like a normal passerby.
    Erion walked through the empty streets without stopping for a moment. He passed very few people. A while later, he was back in The Flying Donkey where, even at that time, there was noise downstairs, where the tavern was located. But he didn't stop. He climbed to the second floor and went into his room and locked it.
    Mithir was awake and was waiting impatiently. With a quick gesture Erion said that everything had gone well. Whispering, he explained in detail everything that happened. His friend's face lit up when he got to the part of the story about the fake letter. Mithir had to stifle a laugh. In the adjacent room, people were sleeping and they didn't want to wake them, especially this