12 Hours

When Ulfar ended his last call, a sunbeam smile spread over his face. In contrast, Cekt's lips had set into a grotesque grimace, his expression looking more constipated than ever.

"Marvelous, truly marvelous…" The Wendok's face twitched ominously for a moment, but the Beskyrian had yet to realize the thread of his life hung by a spider's silk.

Compared to him, Jake, Lucia, and Hade had already put some distance between themselves and the playboy king, wanting nothing to do with their comrade's reckless crimes.

It turned out that Cekt had kept his word: each call lasted no more than 3 seconds. It was a strict rule at first glance, but none of them dared complain considering the cost per second of a long-distance call.

Implicitly, anyone with a shred of common sense and etiquette would read between the lines, understanding the real limit was to not abuse the generosity of the old Wendok. Apparently, and they just learned it today, Ulfar was a literal kind of guy.