"I wasn't thinking in terms of coins," Luka replied.
"But a trade…"
Jilun's lips twitched as he glanced back, and for a split second, he didn't bother to hide the tiny bead of drool at the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it away quickly, as though trying to regain his composure.
"A trade? Go on…"
'What could possibly match the value of the Everore?' Jilun couldn't help but think to himself.
Luka couldn't help but suppress a knowing smirk.
"I want the Soulreaper Dagger…"
Silence…
Jilun's expression darkened as he turned fully around.
Placing a firm hand on Luka's shoulder, he leaned in and whispered, "How do you know of such a weapon, boy?"
He was certain—absolutely certain—that no one outside the Round Table of the Black Veil even knew of its existence.
Luka leaned in with a smirk, whispering back, "What can I say? I'm just a very knowledgeable guy…" He flashed his teeth.
"…" Jilun slowly withdrew his hand, exhaling a long, heavy sigh as he glanced back toward the Everor.
