"Marcus, I finally see you! I thought you had run off!" Rick flashed a confident smile, but inside, he wanted to cry.
"Rick, is this the friend you were waiting for? Tell him to give me the artifact, come on!" Clara's voice, always melodious, now sounded more than ever like that of a diabolical demon.
"Friend?"
"Friend?"
A slow laugh resounded. Behind him, his two companions also laughed loudly. "We will be friends when Rick loses the bet. At that point, we might even call ourselves best friends—after all, what normal friend gives away three custom-made artifacts?"
The trio's laughter continued as Rick's smile froze.
"Custom artifacts?" Clara interjected, her eyes sparkling like heart-shaped stars. "Why did you not tell me earlier, Rick? I want a custom artifact too; why do you not give me one?!"
Rick's arm was tightly enveloped in Clara's ample bosom.
Rick wanted to scream and curse everyone, especially the girl beside him.
