"You said it was 10 gold coins, right?" Sin said, his eyes gazing straight into the guards.
The guard's face was still pale as if he had just seen a ghost.
Come to think of it, Sin noticed that everyone else from before was still silent.
'Looks like they are waiting to see what I do now. They must be interested in me.' Sin mused, shocked at the absurdity of Magnus' influence.
A simple and short conversation--yet that was enough to propel him to a kind of infamy for a few short moments.
The guard was also influenced by Sin's conversation with Magnus. On top of that, the pressure of everyone else staring at him to reply to Sin was also something glaringly obvious.
"No... you're free to go inside." The guard conceded, lifting the marquee's curtain open for Sin to enter.
