Although Saintess Xiweina Ye had arrived saying she wanted to make a deal with Green, she did not reveal what she really wanted. Instead, she asked whether he would sell the Nightmare Bottle he had just obtained, claiming it belonged to the Holy Light Church...
Green's answer was simple. Two words: "Get lost!"
Saintess Xiweina Ye did not get angry. After Green refused, she smiled as though she had expected it all along and had only brought up the matter as a formality.
"Enough. What deal do you actually want to make?" Green stared at Saintess Xiweina Ye. He could not let his guard down around this woman for a moment.
"It's simple," Saintess Xiweina Ye said. "I pay you, and you get rid of some people for me."
Green frowned slightly and sneered. "Pay me?"
"It's just a figure of speech. I know Gold Pounds mean little to you. Think of it as any resource you need, such as an extraordinary creature with a rare Demon Bloodline," Saintess Xiweina Ye explained.
"That could work." Green nodded, then asked, "But I'm curious. Why would the lofty Saintess of the Holy Light Church need a Demon Warlock's help? Are you planning to make me take the blame afterward? If so... you'll have to pay extra."
Saintess Xiweina Ye rolled her eyes. The Demon Warlock named Takrama did not seem quite like the man described in her reports.
That was hardly unusual. Those reports were based on many people's subjective impressions, and it was difficult to judge someone's character objectively.
"Here. Consider this a deposit. I'll come find you again." Saintess Xiweina Ye paid it no mind. In her eyes, the man before her was merely a pawn, one she would ultimately discard. She did not care about his personality or his