Before long, Tilian returned, his half-arm completely withered.
"What happened?" Yake looked at Tilian.
"Rongka said that Yaksha is only a spy and sentinel and cannot be employed as a soldier. He refused to provide us with more Yaksha," Tilian replied, a look of pain crossing his face.
"Humph! Stingy old bastard! He must be up to something!" Yake cursed quietly. After a while, he glanced at Tilian's still withered arm and asked, "How's your arm?"
"It has been corroded by Rongka's power of Hell, It will take a few days to heal," Tilian said.
"Alright, you can go now! Come back when you're healed!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Meanwhile, in the back yard of the super grocery store, Abbas, as usual, was counting his money. Although not as much as the first few days, the substantial cash still made him grin from ear to ear.
"However, lad," he told Long Yi, "I heard that the shop down the street is starting to remodel into something like our shop. What will you do when…"
