Chains Shadow barked coldly, "Stop! Where do you think you're going? Negotiate, my ass!"
The member of the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race stopped abruptly at those words and cursed, "I've put up with you for long enough! I'm not letting an opportunity like this slip away. Whatever you say, don't you dare stop me!!!"
He was furious beyond measure. As he spoke, he stamped his feet so hard that even the pillar shook.
Chains Shadow said calmly and unhurriedly, "You're being a fool again. In my current state, could I possibly stop you from going?"
After a pause, Chains Shadow continued, "I'm reminding you not to rustle the grass and startle the snake. Don't let that brat learn we exist. Tell me, with how cunning he is, would he let us out so easily? Stop being naive! What could you offer to sway him? Your treasures? Do you have any treasure better than the Demon God's Hand?"
Under Chains Shadow's barrage of questions, the member of the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race wilted like a frostbitten eggplant. He snapped irritably, "Damn it! All you ever do is pour cold water on me! Then tell me what we should do. What treasure do I have now that could compare to the Demon God's Hand? If I had one, I'd have gotten out long ago! I wouldn't still be here wasting my breath with you."
Chains Shadow said evenly, "Then have you ever considered why that brat wants the Demon God's Hand?"
His eyes suddenly lit up as realization struck. "Oh! Right! The old fellow with that brat told him to save his physical body!"
Chains Shadow asked, "What old fellow?"
He immediately replied, "There are two of them!"
Chains Shadow said in surprise, "Two? Why didn't you say so?"
He replied casually, "Does that