Qiwu sighed, "If you admit it, I'll only tell Master, he'll be angry, but you'll live, and I can promise that you won't lose your job here." Without a single change in her face, Qiwu's dead stare looked as terrifying as the cold stare of a monster. "Keep pretending that you don't know, and I'll have the guards investigate the place. The traces are so obvious that you'll end up either behind bars for life, or publicly executed."
Qiwu looked back at the wine cellar. She saw one of those bottles in Mary's house, and that was a five-year-old one, worth at least a gold coin. Most of the bottles there were much larger, and were at least ten years old, some were even a hundred years old. "I would say a couple hundred gold coins is an understatement, probably in the thousands. The budget of a small city."
The woman grew darker and darker, "You'll probably get hanged to dry in the plaza of the capital. What you've stolen is enough to cripple a city."
