"Talk?"
Qin Ran smiled.
It was a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.
The smile of a miser who had found an unclaimed gold mine.
"What do you have to bargain with?"
Qin Ran asked slowly.
"I can give you benefits beyond your imagination!"
"My knowledge, my collection-you can have them all!"
The other party spoke urgently.
But Qin Ran shook his head.
"Don't fob me off with empty words, and don't try to tempt me with things I can't see!"
"What I need is something real, concrete-benefits I can actually see!"
"Do you understand?"
"Think it over carefully. I hope that when I return, you'll have something that can truly sway me."
As he spoke, Qin Ran pulled the shirt off a corpse, wrapped the two boxes in it, picked them up, and turned to leave.
Qin Ran paid no attention whatsoever to the shouts behind him.
He knew that the longer he dragged this out, the more advantageous it would be for him.
When did a prisoner who had been locked away for ages suffer the most?
It wasn't during those endless days of imprisonment without a glimpse of daylight.
It was after learning that there was hope of escape, only to be forced to remain in that sunless place.
That feeling was unbearably agonizing.
Qin Ran was certain that in just a few days, Angsilanko would offer something that showed genuine sincerity.
Likewise, he needed a few days to make arrangements to deal with Angsilanko.
Qin Ran wasn't naive enough to believe that, after so many clashes with a deity, there was still a chance of a peaceful resolution.
Even a resurrected deity was no exception.
The other party's divine nature would not change.
Once that deity escaped, a battle would inevitably begin.
So