3.4 Marigold: Happiness That Will Surely Find Its Way

Of course it was. It was an offer too good to refuse. No matter how much he lived as if he had already thrown his life away, he had no actual intention of dying. His goal was to make enough money to live in luxury for the rest of his days, eventually tucking himself away in some rural corner to enjoy his leisure; there was no way he intended to die a violent death in a foreign land. It was true that because he moved solely for payment, he often found himself in threatening situations. While he had survived thus far thanks to his monstrous stamina and reflexes, there was no guarantee that would always be the case. If, by some absurd mistake, a blade ever reached his throat, he could survive as long as he had this. Furthermore, if the creator was the famous Duke Transis, there was no need to even verify the item's authenticity. It was an offer harder to refuse than being handed sacks of gold.

‘It was worth the effort of rushing to get it out of the warehouse in the place of exile.’