Scamming His Customers!

They had absolutely no idea that they were speaking out loud as they couldn't see even their moving lips!

"So, which beast are you planning to start with?" Mr. Zannir inquired as he handed the briefcase to Emeric.

"My luck has been quite sh*t lately." Sir. Azravan remarked with an annoyed tone, "It's best if you make the first call."

"It's my honor." Mr. Zannir smiled. "Just don't blame me when the results aren't up to your satisfaction."

"I am not that narrow-minded."

When Emeric heard this, his eyelids twitched as he suddenly wanted to smack his master right in his face. In fear of being found out, He contained those feelings and lowered his head.

"Let's start with Giraffrost."

Mr. Zannir walked to a majestic creature with a towering, slender neck, its spotted hide gleaming with icy patterns, and every graceful step it took on the cage left a trail of frost in its wake.