In a silent cabin, a goblin and a neo-demon could be seen discussing something among themselves.
Amon looked at the goblin before him. He couldn't believe that a goblin could achieve that much.
He was confident that he could defeat him in a duel easily, but his instincts were warning him not to do anything stupid.
It was as if someone was watching his each move; any wrong move and he could lose his life.
This was something he had never felt before. It was certain death if he made the wrong move.
Even if that were not the case, Amon could have never done something so stupid. Who knows what he was capable of doing?
Other than that, there were many more reasons. There was no feud between them; why would he attack him?
"I will go directly to the main topic; I want to buy daggers from Crimson Ghost," said the goblin.
"I don't have them," I replied, Amon, after thinking for a moment. Technically, they belong to Kael now.
