When Minister Drost felt his mind quake tremendously, Aiwass realized he had succeeded.
"What do I want?"
With a mocking smile, Aiwass said, "If I say I want nothing... would you be afraid, Charles?"
Hearing this, Minister Drost felt sweat drench his back.
If "Aiwass" wanted nothing...
Did that not mean he had no intention of helping him?
As the Minister of Commerce, Drost was all too familiar with this—fearing not the request, but the absence of one. With a demand, there was a solution. Just as "whatever you like" is the hardest dish to prepare, silence was the hardest demand to serve.
After watching him with a grin for a while, Aiwass finally relented, "Well then..."
Seeing the smile on "Aiwass"'s face soften, Drost felt as if he was truly dealing with Aiwass Moriarty himself. He instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his scalp tingle with the fright that had passed.
"First, answer a few questions for me, then I'll decide whether or not to help you."
