But whether they were competent ministers or famous generals, the Master of Miracles always found them too few rather than too many.
"The price, what is it?"
Flai looked at Old Mordy sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Heh heh."
Old Mordy drooled disgustingly, "What I want, don't you know?"
He wanted Ireina!
"Since I am of use to you," Flai said, "aren't you afraid to do this?"
Afraid of what?
Falling out with each other later on?
"You said I am of value."
Flai didn't mind being used, what he feared most was being deemed insignificant by others, "How about this, let Ireina go, you like women, I can give them to you in the future, no matter how beautiful, I will find them for you!"
Flai planned to stabilize Old Mordy.
As for offering women, once Flai had status, had power, how could he possibly let Old Mordy go.
