Matis forced a smile and nodded, watching his beloved granddaughter leave.
Once she was out of sight, he immediately opened his opticomputer and contacted someone listed as "That Prick."
"Yo? Matis, why are you contacting me so late?" Admiral Virek of the Third Legion appeared on the 3D screen, looking at Matis with a touch of disdain.
Yesterday, Virek had asked Matis for some psychic power healing potions, but the old miser had been reluctant and said he'd think about it. Hmph, hypocrite. He just wanted more benefits.
"Virek, I remember you wanted some psychic power healing potions from me, right?" Matis asked, his tone resigned and world-weary.
Virek raised an eyebrow. This stingy guy was actually bringing it up himself. Maybe he had a chance today.
Softening his tone, he replied, "That's right. So, are you giving them to me?"
"How many do you want?" Matis asked calmly.
Virek hesitated, sensing something was off with Matis today.
