A Mental Group II
"I wouldn't do that if I was you, young miss... what do you win out of it?" The old man, upon receiving a threat against his life, remained confident, sitting in a lotus position in front of the grey swaying flame.
The people around them didn't seem to care either, making Vera look like a fool for even trying to brandish her knife.
"Your crystal." She said, continuing her threat, as far as she is concerned, if even a teenager boy in the netherworld can't be trusted, much more so a sage-looking old man.
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"I'm a mere onyx soul, would you go out of your way to get such a scarce dust?" He continued to try and pacify her, not with a begging attitude, rather with a condescending attitude, as if completely believing that her behaviour is a mistake in itself.