"Although I also don't like you greedy wizards," the voice began, "since it's about dealing with that bunch of riffraff from the Chaos World, we do have room for short-term cooperation."
When Lucien picked up the paper figure, its mouth opened and closed gently, and a voice that only Lucien could hear sounded in his mind.
Lucien lifted his head, only to see the judge's calm and indifferent eyes.
"How should I address you? Still as 'judge'? Also, I would like to know about your basic abilities," Lucien carefully inquired within his mind.
"When I encounter a formidable opponent, I will act on my own. However, after the matter is over, if you can find the Chaos Altar, I want the grey eyeball at the top of it."
After finishing these words, the paper figure fell completely silent, clearly unwilling to converse further with Lucien, who could even detect a full measure of disdain in its tone.
