"While the negotiation tactic of one person playing nice and the other making threats is indeed very practical, your acting was truly awful. You were still holding back a little."
The experienced Fraudster commented, "If that female elf had put a few holes in my companion, we might have felt a little nervous, but you two were so stiff in your conversation. You couldn't even bring yourselves to mess with my companion using sweet, sour, bitter, or spicy, and just forced the talk dryly. It actually made me feel a little at ease."
"I'm probably not your companion, right?" Ash asked.
"In any case, it definitely isn't me," Harvey said faintly. "My companions don't breathe."
Never mind Igula, a con artist who made his living harvesting idiot tax, and the Necromancer who had grown up in the underworld and killed people like scything grass—even Ash, a pure young man with little worldly experience, could tell at a glance that these two were putting on a double act. How could they possibly fall for it?
Tears burst from Cleo Si's eyes. "It's bad enough that I couldn't catch Serena... but now I'm even being mocked by a few People from Another World... sob..."
Ash was dumbfounded. "It's not that serious, Elder Sister. Also, when you cry, can you raise the muzzle a little higher? I'm afraid you might lose control..."
The Purple-Clad Girl smiled. "You do have some guts. But if it were me, I'd pretend I didn't know anything and sign the contract with tears of gratitude—your lives are in my hands. Do you think you have any room to bargain?"
"Yes."
Igula said calmly, "Although I don't know exactly what value it is, there's no doubt that you need us 'People from Another World.' If I'm not mistaken, People