The Demon Lord, upon hearing this, extended a finger and began to shake it, his mouth splitting into a wide grin.
"Cut the crap, how am I supposed to know how much that is?" He took a deep breath and looked at the Demon Lord with impatience.
"Double it." The words lightly spilled out from the Demon Lord's mouth.
The man in black's face changed drastically upon hearing this, going from pale to ashen to suddenly flushed, more colorful than a painter's palette.
"Heh, you really dare to make such outrageous demands. Aren't you afraid you won't live to spend it?" His eyebrows raised in frustrated amusement as his mind whirred into overdrive.
The Demon Lord merely laughed, tsking, "Whether I live to spend it is none of your concern. What matters is whether you have the silver to give."