The Golden Goose (5)

At dawn the next day.

Returning to Milton's Golden Goose, I lowered Rufus, whom I'd been carrying slung over my shoulder, to the floor.

Veronica blinked, looking back and forth between Rufus and me.

It barely showed on her face, but she seemed quite surprised.

“You're much faster than I expected…… It hasn't even been half a day since I asked, and you've already brought him back.”

“We got lucky. As soon as we arrived, he was just about to move on elsewhere.”

“Even so, I never expected you to bring him back in a single night. I suppose that's what one can expect from the Hero Party. In any case, thank you for your hard work.”

Veronica exhaled briefly and straightened her disheveled clothes.

Her gaze fell on Rufus, sprawled limply on the floor.

“But why is Rufus like that?”...