The three sat down again and they all ordered hot coffee.
White steam rose from the three glasses and they looked like three smoking cylinders standing on the white table.
"Time is up. I think Reyline is not coming." Hikari checked her pocket watch.
Stigma grabbed his glass and took a sip. "It’s fine. Let’s get to the point. I have a favor to ask. Although we’re friends, I’ll still pay you well."
Angele held the glass in his right hand and spun it several times.
"What do you want us to do? Just say it, Stigma. We survived the trip to the central continent together. Although fair trade is the first rule for the wizards, you don’t have to pay me well," Angele said.
Hikari looked at Stigma without saying a word.
"I’ll tell you later. The situation is… complicated," Stigma stopped for a second and continued, "It seems like Reyline won’t make it."
"What are you talking about?" a calm male voice came from the entrance.
The three raised their heads.
