Finn's face remained smiling, but his tone was ice-cold: "I don't have time now. If there's a good deal, let's talk at the palace."
Chrisman's face instantly darkened.
Oliver revealed a cruel smile: "You really don't know how to appreciate kindness, Finn Laine. Do you actually think you can take the Dreamscape Stone out of here?"
Finn's expression shifted, not expecting the two to drop all pretenses and disregard any sense of righteousness and morals.
"Big brother, little brother. When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits. We're in a secret realm where anything can happen at any time. If we three fight among ourselves and face danger, what then?"
Oliver's eyebrows raised, his smile wildly arrogant: "So, you should take a small loss and hand over the Dreamscape Stone to us!"
Finn's expression turned ugly: "So, there's nothing to talk about?"
