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"
Incorrect
,
"
contradicted
Toublanc
coldly
.
"
Because
we
're
not
for
the
killing
of
ordinary
fools
.
But
if
we
do
...
Master
Rience
,
this
fool
you
want
to
see
made
a
corpse
is
going
to
cost
you
two
hundred
.
Two
hundred
untrimmed
,
shining
crowns
with
the
stamp
of
the
Novigrad
mint
on
them
.
Do
you
know
why
?
Because
there
's
a
catch
here
,
honourable
sir
.
You
do
n't
have
to
tell
us
what
it
is
,
we
can
manage
without
that
.
But
you
will
pay
for
it
.
Two
hundred
,
I
say
.
You
shake
on
that
price
and
you
can
consider
that
no-friend
of
yours
dead
.
You
do
n't
want
to
agree
,
find
someone
else
for
the
job
.
"
Silence
fell
in
the
cellar
reeking
of
mustiness
and
soured
wine
.
A
cockroach
,
briskly
moving
its
limbs
,
scudded
along
the
dirt
floor
.
Flavius
Michelet
,
moving
his
leg
in
a
flash
,
flattened
it
with
a
crunch
--
hardly
changing
his
position
and
not
changing
his
expression
in
the
least
.
"
Agreed
,
"
said
Rience
.
"
You
get
two
hundred
.
Let
's
go
.
"
Toublanc
Michelet
,
professional
killer
from
the
age
of
fourteen
,
did
not
betray
his
surprise
with
so
much
as
the
flicker
of
an
eyelid
.
He
had
not
counted
on
being
able
to
bargain
for
more
than
a
hundred
and
twenty
,
a
hundred
and
fifty
at
the
most
.
Suddenly
he
was
sure
that
he
had
named
too
low
a
price
for
the
snag
hidden
in
his
latest
job
.
Charlatan
Myhrman
came
to
on
the
floor
of
his
own
room
.
He
was
lying
on
his
back
,
trussed
up
like
a
sheep
.
The
back
of
his
head
was
excruciatingly
painful
and
he
recalled
that
,
in
falling
,
he
had
thumped
his
head
on
the
door-frame
.
The
temple
,
where
he
had
been
struck
,
also
hurt
.
He
could
not
move
because
his
chest
was
being
heavily
and
mercilessly
crushed
by
a
high
boot
fastened
with
buckles
.
The
old
fraud
,
squinting
and
wrinkling
up
his
face
,
looked
up
.
The
boot
belonged
to
a
tall
man
with
hair
as
white
as
milk
.
Myhrman
could
not
see
his
face
--
it
was
hidden
in
a
darkness
not
dispersed
by
the
lantern
standing
on
the
table
.
"
Spare
my
life
...
"
he
groaned
.
"
Spare
me
,
I
swear
by
the
gods
...
I
'll
hand
you
my
money
...
Hand
you
everything
...
I
'll
show
you
where
it
's
hidden
...
"
"
Where
's
Rience
,
Myhrman
?
"
