"When do you intend to set out?" Rafelia asked.
"Once I've dealt with a small matter, I can leave with you," Velin replied.
Rafelia nodded slightly, then stepped aside to wait for Velin to finish his business.
Turning his gaze back to the young man, Velin smiled and said leisurely, "Young Master Kamel, I wonder if you can hand over those hundred thousand high-grade magic crystals now."
The young man trembled slightly. He desperately wanted to say that he did not have them on him and would need to write home to swindle the money out of someone. But saying that in this situation would undoubtedly be suicide. Even if the man before him did not act personally, the Ten-winged Angel standing nearby could wipe him out with a breath.
"If you don't have them on you, you can send your attendant back to fetch them. I'll put myself out and wait here a few more hours."
"I... I..."
"I absolutely detest swindlers. The last person who deceived me is still mining in the unfathomable depths underground."
Feeling several dangerous gazes upon him, the young man hurriedly looked at his attendant and pressed his lips together. "Go, quickly!"
"Y-yes."
The attendant dared not delay. He immediately left and headed for the Metatron Kingdom's outpost in Glacial Cloud-Sea City.
A hundred thousand high-grade magic crystals was not much for a nation—roughly the cost of building a kilometer-class Floating Battleship. For an individual, however, it was an enormous sum.
After glancing between the Moon Knight and the young man, Rafelia understood what had happened from just those few words.
It seemed this man really did have a mischievous streak.
Then again, someone like him was easy to get along with. People who were naturally aloof or liked putting on airs were much