January 5th.
Aaron went out for a stroll, pausing before several property listings and speaking with a few merchants interested in selling real estate.
At last, that evening, he had dinner at a fairly famous restaurant nearby.
After finishing the last grilled lamb chop, Aaron wiped his hands clean with a towel, got up to pay the bill, and left the restaurant.
His pace was unhurried when he suddenly turned into a secluded alley.
"Come out, Miss Tasha. You've been following me for quite a while."
Aaron turned around and looked toward the shadows of the street, his tone calm.
"Green... you've surprised me."
Like a chameleon, Tasha emerged from the shadows, her long legs in high heels moving with feline agility.
"You were following me? What exactly do you want?"
Aaron asked, feigning shock and anger.
"I'm merely curious about the maker behind you..." Tasha spoke a lie that even she did not believe, wearing a sincere yet seductive smile as she stepped closer. "I'd like to have a deeper exchange with you..."
She had not discovered the master craftsman behind Green, so unless necessary, Tasha did not wish to fall out with him.
"A deeper exchange?" Aaron sneered, taking a long case from his coat. Upon opening it, he revealed a jet-black dagger, its blade marked with dark-red blood grooves and strange patterns. "This is the finished product. You should pay up."
"It's already finished?"
Tasha could barely hide her surprise, while secretly rejoicing. 'He's still thinking about a deal at a time like this. How naïve... Fortunately, since it's finished, that means the person behind him is already under our Vulture's control.'
Swaying her slender waist, she stepped forward and took the dagger. "Its name? And its negative effects?"
"It's called Crying Blade. Its negative effect is