The five figures cloaked in black seemed to smirk when Gravis asked them what they wanted. This made Gravis even surer that they didn't come to have a nice and decent talk. Their appearance didn't particularly radiate trustworthiness and kindness.
"500,000 Immortal Stones for each of you," the person at the front said with mirth. "After you pay, we will leave and not trouble you again."
Gravis lifted an eyebrow. "So, you're just bandits?" Gravis asked.
"We call ourselves freelancers, but yes, you would call us bandits," another one said.
Gravis looked at the strung-up torsos at the back. "And if I don't pay, I will probably join them, right?"
"You're a smart boy," the leader said. "Yes, those who don't pay will join us on our altruistic quest. We like to take money from the rich and give it to the poor, which is us, of course."
