"Spare… Spare me…!" Wei Lun pleaded. "You can keep the mandrakes, I won't tell anyone that you are the one who steals the mandrake."
Amon was just watching him in silence.
"Please… I have no quarrel with you… There is no need for you to kill me," Wei Lun continued.
"… Your clan has been showing quite an intent on harming me," Amon finally said.
"That… That has nothing to do with me. I promise you, I have no intention to be your enemy at all. I attacked just now because you have the mandrakes. If we met any other time, I won't be showing you any hostility. And this will be the same in the future. You have my words!"
"… I see you use magic talismans. Did you create those talismans yourself?" Amon asked.
"Yes… Yes, I did! Do you want me to create talismans for you? No problem. You can take the ones I have here."
Another talisman appeared in his uninjured hand.
"Don't try it!" Amon warned while aiming his crossbow.
