A deity whose body seemed forged from rock—clearly an object of worship to the giant race among the other races—lowered his voice. "To be precise, even this Purple-Robed Envoy should be among those we are to eliminate, shouldn't he? He said so himself—he is one of the humans too!"
Strange lights flickered in Laim's eyes. He swiftly glanced at Azimu's retreating back, then quickly looked away.
Azimu raised his head to look at the bizarre pyramid, its entire surface densely covered in countless twisted faces. He smiled faintly and waved a hand. "Then get ready. You have only a quarter of an hour to return. If you cannot bring back the people I want, then every agreement between us will be null and void."
Several tall men in black cloaks silently emerged from the air. Hearing Azimu's words, they merely gave gloomy snorts. Then one of them took a tiny brocade pouch from his sleeve and drew out a piece of intimate underclothing. Judging by its shape, it was unmistakably a woman's most private garment.
Azimu accepted the undergarment and smiled strangely. He glanced at the man and said in an odd tone, "I originally thought you would give me a few strands of their hair, or something else. I never expected it to be clothing like this!"
A cold, savage gleam flashed through the man's eyes. "Can you be quick? We do not wish to waste time either! There are important matters to handle back at the main family. You know that as well... this is an opportunity that comes once in ten thousand years."
"Of course I know it is a good opportunity!" Azimu tossed the undergarment into the pyramid glowing with a faint bloody light and said coldly, "I merely want to remind you: there can be