"Talk?"
Kieran laughed. It was the reaction that came from the bottom of his heart, the laugh of a stingy Scrooge who saw an unoccupied gold mine.
"What do you have, to talk with me?" Kieran asked slowly.
"I will give you unexpected benefits! My knowledge, my collections, everything can be yours!" The voice said anxiously but Kieran still shook his head.
"Don't fill me with these empty words and don't tempt me with things that I can't even see. What I want is real, authentic, in-front-of-my-eyes benefits! You hear me? Think about it first, I hope the next time I appear in front you, you have something "real" enough to move me."
As he spoke, Kieran ripped a piece of cloth off a dead body, wrapped the two boxes together before he turned around and left.
Kieran didn't even care about the calls and shouts that echoed in his ears because he knew the longer he dragged this out, the more advantages he had.
