"Hmm. A mystic," the man muttered, studying Chen Mo with faint interest.
"Quite the weak one, but with lots of potential."
"Who are you?" Chen Mo asked bluntly, his tone direct and unyielding.
"Hmm. I'm Seth. Nice to meet you, mystic of the arms," he replied, stretching out his hand in a smooth offer of handshake.
"You are also a mystic, aren't you?" Chen Mo asked, narrowing his eyes.
"A mystic of the blood?" he added, recalling Vault's earlier words.
"Ah, yes. So you do know about me. I'm pleased," Seth said calmly.
"Well, let's get along with the task.
The faster I repay my debt to that man, the better for me.
I hate being indebted to a crook like him."
"Ouch, you hurt my pride," the little girl complained with a pout.
"I simply conduct fair business that satisfies both parties."
"You can fool the newbie, not me," Seth replied lightly.
"Alright. Let's go. I'm behind schedule for my hair care."
He snapped his fingers once.
