Alan's eyes popped out of their sockets at the threat he just heard. Normally he would ignore such a thing as simply wishful thinking. But granted that he saw the butcher turn his worse products into veteran monster slayers. The merchant knew the man never joked.
Most people would grow scared at knowing such information. But Alan Srayver marched to a different beat than the majority. Here came a chance to have a large group of people die under unknown causes. He could even gain favors by telling people to not go.
After a minute of contemplation, Alan decided to do what merchants do best. Make a bloody profit out of anything possible. "I will have entrance passes for the black market prepared for you and your men. Please allow me to also arrange for masks and garbs for assassinations."
Hiro then shook his head as he replied. "Give me the passes, no need for the mask and garbs. Those are only for fleeing the scene. There will not be a soul alive once I am done."
