But there were some who did not move.
They were draped in voluminous robes with hoods, which, even under the warm morning sun, emitted a loathsome, eerie chill.
"We are here on behalf of the Derluce Master."
"We are willing to offer the 'Corpse Control Staff' as a trade."
A composed middle-aged man spoke, holding out a staff about 30 centimeters long, resembling a tree branch.
It also had the scent of 'food,' but it couldn't compare to the 'Curse Bag,' similar to what the one who called himself Tucker had offered with his 'landmine'; it was just slightly better than the harpies' 'Witch Feathers.'
"Is there anything else?"
Delbon stepped out at the right moment to ask.
The members of 'Golden Wind' remained silent.
Although they were curious about the Sabie Alien 'Assaulter's' corpse, they weren't here for the 'Assaulter.'
After asking twice more, Delbon then turned to Jason.
"What will you choose, Lord Jason?"
