"I want all the soul cores we receive during this expenditure."
Even after saying the words, Raven's expression remained indifferent and fearsomely cold.
Northern's brows creased a little.
'Impressive, she didn't even flinch.'
In truth, Northern had intentionally mentioned an absurd price because he wanted her to refuse, and then there'd be no deal between the two of them.
Her offers were tempting enough; there was no reason he should refuse them.
But the fact that he couldn't get over the feeling of falling into a trap was bothering him.
So if he might end up getting played, he needed to reap as many rewards from it as he needed to.
Raven finally opened her mouth and spoke:
"I can give you all of mine, but I can't give you any of Terence's," even when bargaining, her features were stoic and unshaking.
Northern stared in absolute silence, then parted his lips in a little smirk and raised his chin.
