Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll
Chapter 98: A New Life–2

Chapter 98: A New Life–2

"Waaaah!! Forgive me! Forgive me!! Please, forgive me Alice. I won’t do it again, I swear a won’t. We can go to illegia, we’ll become ladies— waaaah!"

Breaking in tears, she yelled out to the ground, as if her body laid there. Her eyes were swollen, her head bashing within and her heart thorn apart.

"I’m such a coward, I’m a coward! I couldn’t fight back then, we wouldn’t have ended up like this if I wasn’t such a coward!"

"Why?! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!! Not you, meee— waaaah! I’m the worse person in this world!"

"No, you’re not?" A voice came out of nowhere, causing her to suddenly stop and freeze for a second.

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"With the guises from Alice, we’ll enter right through the front door?" A roughly sketched up map, laid on the ground before the group.

"The front door?" Cony inquired, not quite getting what he’d heard. "Isn’t the best place the back, instead?"

"Well, it’s the Baxtons we’re dealing with here." Timtin stated.

"The Baxtons are fools, the front entrance would be their least expectation."

"Exactly, I’ll be agreeing with Alvin. The needed intel on how the bank works, is already here." Thelma affirmed, pointing to her head as she said the last few words.

"Going in as customers, we’d have to open an account but here’s the important part." Her eyes scanned their faces as she paused for a second. "We have to send in a huge sum."

"A huge sum, a real huge sum?"

"Bars of gold and silver, coins included which I believe Alvin would handle."

"Hah, but we don’t know the stash, you do." He rubbed the back of his head, laughing briefly.

"Really? Under the large rug in the basement?." They all seemed to pause for a second and glance at each other, quite shocked.

"Anyways, I’ve got the bars bagged up, we’ll be needing you, Alvin. To get us the coins, the trade center should have a few thousands to spare."

"Hah, I’ve got you, Boss."

"Tim, a breakfast would do before our last stunt." She said to the bald teen. "Tim?"

"Huh, yes yes. I’d be going with Alv then."

"Good, now look alive guys. We hit the Baxtons at noon, and kiss Giza goodbye at night."

"Yes!" Exclaiming barely loudly, the two left leaving Cony and Thelma in the room.

"Haa, we’ll be living the life, Cony." Thelma stretched as she got up, her pair of sapphires glimmering. Walking through the room and past a curtain, she found herself on a balcony.

Before her was the cityscape of Giza, though not a large city, the presence of the a RoyalHouse did give it some influence. They currently found themselves in an old inn, one run by two old fogies who had a different image of them. It was the closest thing to what they called home, though they did have to pay to stay each day.

Still, it was just a few gold coins and after all, from there she could spot her target— the Baxton Bank. It was a large building, standing out with it’s bright and odd purple finishes for a building. However, those were the colours of the Baxtons and as most nobles, they loved to show it off.

"Thelma?" A voice came from behind her, one she recognized.

"You okay, Cony?" She turned back, a worried look up her face, as she knew him enough to spot the lowness and tension in his voice.

"Um..." He fidgeted with his fingers, his head partially down, his eyes darting around, as if he couldn’t simply look her up in the face.

"Is something wrong?" Staring down at him with his petite frame, she could barely guess what was going on in his head.

"I— I just wanted to ask..." He managed to say, pausing and glancing up at her, somehow awaiting a reaction of some sort.

"Ask?" Her tone was much like a question, though it sounded like a statement or order.

"Well, isn’t— isn’t it enough? Like the loot we have? It should be able to take care of us for a long time. I mean, we’ve bled the nobles dr—"A finger was placed on his lip all of a sudden, shutting him up.

"I know what you mean, but although we do have enough. What if instead of buying a good quality, you could rather buy a better one, maybe the best quality?"

"Ah, bu—"

"You wouldn’t regret, being a part of this Cony. You’ve got a very important part to play."

"Really?!"

"Yes, and after all, it’s a personal grudge between the I and the Baxtons."

"A perso—"

"We’re back guys?!" A familiar voice peered into the room. "Open the door already, guys!" Another added loudly, with a knock on the door following behind.

"Alvin and Tim? They’re here already?" Thelma mumbled, quite taken aback as she walked passed the other into the room.

’Oh boy, that was fast— too fast.’ Cony thought to himself, staring at his trembling hands.

*CREAK!

"Haa, your skills are still sharp, Timmy!" Alvin was heard as he stepped into the room, carrying loads of sacks while Timtin followed behind.

"I never knew I was growing that old, Alv." His hands went to touch the center of his glasses, as if I’d make it fit more properly than it already was— a seemingly developed habit.

"Hah, gray has longed stopped showing old age, brother. It’s—"

"Don’t even dare..."

"Baldness, hahaha."

"You—"

*Ack!

Timtin had already gone to reach for the other’s collar from behind, when his gaze suddenly fell on someone.

"Mind telling me how?" Thelma questioned, standing there with hands akimbo as her pair of sapphires scanning their faces.

"Huh? How what?"

"This, you guys left minutes ago."

"Oh, we hitched a ride— you know Anto right. Mm, such a good guy. Right, Tim?"

"I’d agree with him."

"Hitched a ride? To go pickpockets, really— try again and what’s that you’re carrying in here."

*THUD!

"Haaa, oh please you’re the Queen of the bloody pickpockets. Shouldn’t we be moving in style, we can’t be walking there like amateurs." Alvin protested, having dropped the sacks which seemed to be quiet heavy.

"And when did this start happening?"

"Save the best for the last, Thelma."

"Tsk!" She rolled her eyes and hissed. "Whatever?"

"Hey, Cony. Mind giving me a hand, brother." Alvin called out, to from a distance him, winking for a second as he normally did, although that only sent a chill down his spine, this time round.

"Don’t worry, we made sure to grab your favorites." He tapped her on the shoulder, as he went past her having one of the sacks. A familiar, mouthwatering fragrance hitting her nose and causing the corner of her lips to curl up.

"Ah, and we got the guises from Alice?" Alvin’s voice peered from behind.

Reaching, where Thelma stood and a few steps away from the sacks, Cony froze still. And as if only his head could move at that moment, he took a look at her face, seeing nothing nowhere near a smile.

"Wasn’t Alice supposed to be back at the base?" She said audibly, the two behind her stopping in their tracks.

"Um—"

"Tell me, Alvin. What could have sent you all the way back there, in the face place."

’Darn it, Alvin— you should have let me handle this!’

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