He didn't want to stir up more trouble.
"Six."
A faint magical ripple, undetectable even to a professional, swept across the gaming table, revealing the dice in the cup as if through x-ray vision.
Saloyan, as he had repeated countless times over the past three days, reported the dice number to the naive young man he was attached to.
Then he watched the other pretend to hesitate and ponder, pushing half of the chips onto the table, and after the results were revealed, feigning calm while in reality, he was overjoyed as he swept the doubled chips into his arms.
A "pitiful" soul who harbored hope for the future but was gradually sinking under environmental influence.
In terms of pure soul value, there were far more delicious souls to be found all over River Valley Town.
Saloyan didn't care.
His purpose for projecting his consciousness into the Material Realm this time wasn't to collect souls.
