Anfalen may be warm, welcoming, and friendly, but he was still a merchant in blood. So Michael and Gaya weren't surprised to see him asking for something in return and negotiating for more. But, to be honest, they were both expecting.
"Please," Michael gestured at Anfalen to continue.
"The Aqua Palace wants to help you distribute the cure throughout the continent, Master Ghost,"
Michael's smile disappeared as he creased his brows,
"What do you mean throughout the continent Lord Anfalen? The last time I heard, only Thera has this plague,"
Anfalen leaned forward and talked in a low-pitched voice,
"Can I trust that you won't tell a soul what I am about to tell you?"
"Of course, Lord Anfalen. You have my word," Michael nodded.
