"Art? Heh, that's some confidence you've got. Just make sure you don't disappoint me."
The deep-pocketed old man spoke as he opened the silver briefcase, revealing a gelatinous blob that looked like Jell-O. It was light blue, completely transparent, and appeared viscous and soft, with some strange impurities visible inside.
"This is the spinal cord of a Karmic Demon. I need you to excise these extraneous parts, and the loss cannot exceed one-third."
The old man stated his stringent requirement.
The other two men present were stunned by this request.
Then, Knight Commander Korall hurriedly spoke up for his next-door roommate.
"Master Alfred, isn't your request a bit too much? This is the spinal cord of a Karmic Demon. Normally, we can only preserve..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. His voice suddenly cut out, and a cartoon speech bubble showing a string of ellipses appeared above his head.
'Looks like the old man 'muted' him...'
