The night came, and the undead monster and Yosef Dale, now in black attire, held hands as they arrived at the Salvation Commerce Association. They hid in a dark corner, watching the lit room on the fourth floor.
"There must be experts there," Yosef Dale smacked his lips and said.
"No kidding, do you even need to say that?"
"What I mean is, what if we can't fight them, or get surrounded or captured?" Yosef Dale whispered.
"Hmph, except for those monsters over two epochs, no one at one epoch is a match for us. I don't believe there are anyone over two epochs here."
"That makes sense, monsters over two epochs wouldn't be running a shop here," Yosef Dale nodded in agreement.
"Not necessarily," the undead monster refuted again. "Don't forget, joining them requires contributing mental power, so the president of this commerce association is definitely a big shot."
"What's a 'big shot'?"
"It means a boss or a leader."
"Oh, got it," Yosef Dale nodded in understanding.
