Facing Mammon's tyrannical will that seemed almost capable of crushing space itself, Allen remained completely fearless.
"Five million."
He uttered the figure.
Mammon's flailing arms instantly froze in midair, his impending eruption of fury forcibly choked back down his throat by those two words.
"Five million Soul Coins."
Allen raised his hand, projecting a set of plane coordinates into the air. "I am hiring you, along with your entire Demon Legion, to launch a plane invasion."
The coordinates were clearly labeled: [Plane Development and Exploration Association - Cross-Plane Trade Route Security Department - Kaspar Murphy's Asset - Resource Realm Z-019].
Since Kaspar enjoyed using a borrowed knife to kill, Allen didn't mind paying a horde of demons to rip up his foundation and strip him bare.
"A Wizard Plane?"
Mammon leaned his massive body forward. A pungent stench of blood blew away the surrounding light and shadows as the Greedy Monarch let out a rumbling sneer.
