Both Mark and Austin quickly returned to the shop even if barrier was used it was best not to take any chances. Before returning Mark quickly erased traces of his special poison using elemental flame to burn his body again turning it into charcoal.

Now they were both staring at small pouch in the table. “Don’t touch it kid your luck may cause another demon to sprout out of it.” Mark opened it himself and found 5 gold 46 silver and 20 bronze, creepy book with Inscriptions and ruins in them at last monster cores of rank 1 and 3 .

Now splitting the loot Mark gave a rank 1 core to Austin and began to push coins one by one starting with bronze to Austin. ‘I thought of him as nothing more than a greedy mad man but..’ just as Austin’s views were about to change Marks hands stopped after pushing 6 silver.

“Boss I was the one to throw the dart saving your life and giving you precious time to kill him. Is this all my help which saved your life amounts to?”

“The dart was bought from my money so was the poison, don’t forget the scroll and that was all you could do at the time.” Mark quickly tried to pull everything towards him when Austin stopped him.

“The hand which threw the dart was mine. And you used the scrolls your self. You would have died cause of some silly mistakes if I didn’t help. Just how much greedy can you be leave at least the silver and bronze for me, you take all gold, cores and that book.”

“Don’t forget I am the one feeding you for to use your hands.”

“ you haven’t even payed anything to me yet.” Mark tried to look tough but that didn’t work on Austin.

Both of them bickered till midnight then finally settling down with Austin getting 26 silver 20 bronze and rank 1 core. “ tsk.. that greedy old man even when he has gold coins and rank 3 beast core he won’t spare me some silvers.” Still looking at the money he made by bickering made him really satisfied.

“Now where should I spend all this money? Red light? Nah.. it’s no different than throwing money at gutter and I am too young anyways. If I was at old world there were million things to spend in .” Thinking about old world Austin was lost in the sea of old memories. The beautiful childhood and his youth, his first love which he didn’t even get chance to experience, His poor but happy and cheerful Family, friends whom he smiled with for sometime. The horrible night mare which destroyed his normal life. His every day struggle, blood drenched hands, people he met and grew up with, meaningless death and killing. It was hard to remember again but it was what shaped him into who he was.

‘what am I now? who am I?’ he muttered to himself. But this profound question only brought him to an image of a panda fighting a buffalo riding a golden dragon... he chuckled silently, 'Shit this personality is affecting me deeply I can’t even be serious for some time now.. Well new life, new path I should be happy when I can no reason to drown in sorrow when I can look ahead and smile.’

Turning his head to the silver again he slept while holding all the coins. ‘who says crime doesn’t pay?’