Jerry watched the circular pattern appear on the coffee table. When his name emerged at its very center, his breathing unconsciously quickened. This was hardly a mark of the Apostles anymore—it was one outrageously grand promise of pie in the sky!
Still, was that it? Jerry muttered inwardly.
Although Catherine made it all sound convincing, Jerry was no fool. He was not about to let the vague temptations before him go to his head.
Jerry had always been someone who took advantage and never took a loss. Anything was fine—as long as he was not the one losing out!
A loss is a blessing? Ha! Just something honest people tell themselves for comfort! If it really were a blessing, there wouldn't be so many poor, miserable people in the world! So if you want to rise above others, you can't get there by swallowing losses. You have to learn to devour people!
Besides, this "pie in the sky" was definitely not as simple as Catherine made it sound. Otherwise, Jerry would never have gotten his turn. They still had not figured out how the two unlucky bastards before him had died!
"What about the Muggles?" Jerry asked curiously. After all, there were only so many wizards in the entire world, while Muggles numbered in the billions. They were the true bulk of humanity.
"Muggles? Rest assured, Your Eminence. We aren't so cruel and heartless. Beasts of burden still have their uses!" Catherine sat down right beside Jerry, leaned toward his ear, and spoke in a low voice.
Catherine's tone was filled with indifference toward those billions of Muggle lives. It was as though, in her eyes, whether they lived or died mattered less than a slight frown or a moment of displeasure from Jerry.
"Catherine, what I mean is that