And the vice president had to assign the final negotiation task to him!
Needle was heartbroken when he heard the news.
Of course, he did not attempt to protest or shirk, otherwise his fate would be far worse than that of attending the meeting alone tonight...
"Hmm." Motan nodded absent-mindedly, glanced at Needle: "Who are you again?"
"Black Tower City branch of the Thief Guild, high-level thief Needle." The latter answered in a low voice: "My real name is..."
Motan shook his head with some impatience: "Never mind, I'm not interested. What did that second-rate want you to do?"
Needle hesitated for a moment, carefully pulling out a light gold, magical pattern flashing note from his pocket: "The vice president wants me to complete the transaction with you."
"How much is inside?" Motan asked indifferently.
