"Kaspars, is Marich here?"
It was still the same billiards room, and Kaspars was still limping on one leg, but Sno felt that his expression seemed somewhat different. Kaspars looked up and signaled to the people playing with him. Only after they had left did he ask:
"You didn't offend Marich, did you?"
"No. What's wrong?" Sno looked at the somewhat off-looking Kaspars with a baffled expression.
"Marich was asking me about you this morning." Kaspars gave a vague answer, then added, "He's in the old card room. Just go find him yourself."
Sno fell silent for a moment before nodding. "Thanks."
"It's nothing. If I'd known you were this capable, I wouldn't have helped you keep it secret... You were clearly scared off by a bunch of street punks before..." Kaspars waved his hand. Sno said nothing more, merely quietly followed him before leaving the billiards room.
"Click..."
The door was pushed open, and Sno was surprised to find that there were no Zombies in the room. That caught him off guard—
"Could Klein have already come by?"
"Who..." Marich's fierce shout, as though delayed by half a beat, only reached Sno's ears now. But he immediately shut his mouth.
"Looks like you already understand what the talisman does?" Sno raised his brows and asked with a hint of amusement.
"What do you want?" Marich's voice was low, his eyes fierce, but his words carried a certain timidity.
He had no choice but to be timid. After all, an ability capable of reversing the negative effects of the full moon was undoubtedly immensely valuable to fugitives like them. More importantly, if Sno could reverse negative states, then he most likely also had the ability to intensify them.
"Not counting the earlier trial one, three hundred pounds each. You should