Finding Evidence

When Zal had left the town, the area around the well was still crowded by civilians. Behind one of the houses stood Jack, peeking into the people gathering near the place where the thug was guarding. The purple-haired mercenary was visibly sweating, his heart raced and couldn't stop gritting his teeth.

What the hell just happened!? That useless piece of s**t. I strictly told him to guard that frickin' well and not draw attention. And now what!? Everyone's ganged up on him!

Jack Hammer wiped his wet forehead. His gaze was twitching.

At this point, they'll find out the truth. There's NO way this racket does not attract the guild's attention. If that happened, all I've done will be for nothing! What should I do… What should I do!? I… I must do something, and fast!

Jack's right foot scrubbed the dirt underneath him. He frantically thought of what to do.

Hmmmrgh! It can't be helped. I have no other choice. I'll just do 'that'!