Trist's originally cold expression suddenly changed, his face trembled with fat, and he asked, "Generous reward? How generous?"
"I think ten thousand Blood Moon Coins is a suitable generosity." Fang Zhou's lips curled into a smile beneath the Blood Spirit Mask.
Yet Trist shook his head like a rattle.
He said: "No no no…
You don't know how powerful and terrifying the Terror Knight is!
Bargaining with him is extremely dangerous; ten thousand…is not enough, more money is needed!"
Fang Zhou thought for a moment, and indeed it was so; high-level undead were always capricious.
So he raised the price a bit: "Twenty thousand, at most."
Trist still shook his head, muttering about the Terror Knight's former horror.
Seeing this, Fang Zhou could only sigh and say, "In that case… I will discuss it myself with this Terror Knight, sir."
Then Trist grabbed Fang Zhou's hand, smiling obsequiously, "Well, Lord Fang Zhou. For the sake of our deep friendship, twenty thousand it is!"
