"What? Two thousand Paradise Gold Coins for one self-destruction? I'm in!" Merlin agreed without hesitation.
Two thousand Paradise Gold Coins for blowing himself up once? What kind of amazing deal was this?
If he blew himself up a few more times, wouldn't he become the richest man in the bar outright?!
"But wait, kid, you didn't skim anything off the top, did you?" After agreeing so readily, Merlin calmed down and began to suspect a trap, turning suspicious eyes on Chen Luo.
"How could I? The Root just wanted to watch you self-destruct and wasn't offering a single Paradise Gold Coin. I only added extra money because we're comrades who've faced life and death together," Chen Luo said sincerely.
"Really?"
"Of course not. Did you think I'd tell you the truth?"
"Good... Wait, do you hear yourself?" Realizing what had just been said, Merlin immediately grabbed Chen Luo by the throat.
"The Root promised me one of her collectibles every time you die, along with a Servant summon slot. The collectible is mine, and we split the summon slots thirty-seventy. On top of that, I'll subsidize you with two thousand Paradise Gold Coins per death."
"You can keep the collectible. After all, people can't earn money beyond their understanding. But why do I only get seventy percent of the Servant slots?"
"What? I get seventy percent."
"Fine, you brat. You're swallowing up all the good stuff the Root gave me, aren't you?!"
"Just kidding. We'll split the Servant slots fifty-fifty."
"Do you even have any Servants you want to summon? You're being so stingy. If you don't, give me a little more," Merlin continued bargaining.
"Could you let me go first? If you really want the Servant summon slots, I can give you ninety percent, but you have to explode