The agreement that was caught in the hands of the red-haired old man, although the format was very regular, but its content was essentially nothing more than a cleverly disguised deed of sale.

There is no mention of the reason why Saman is imprisoned, but the amount of compensation is solemnly stipulated, and in the name of the adventuring team led by the red-haired old man, he claims that he is willing to transfer the ownership of Shaman's withdrawal to the Shadow Guild, and everything that Shaman retreats in the future has nothing to do with the red-haired old man's team.

Raymond, who was standing beside the red-haired old man, asked softly, with some confusion. "What is the transfer agreement that is not a compensation or a ransom?"

As soon as Raymond spoke, Monroe on the recliner was a little angry, and immediately yelled at the red-haired old man. "Who is this guy? How can he come in!"

"He's ......"

The red-haired old man was just about to explain, but Raymond, who had already understood the general situation, casually dragged the chair next to him and sat in, resting the large suitcase in his hand on his legs and opening his mouth. "Monroe-sama, right, I'm a friend of Shaman's retreat, and this time I came here to pay compensation for her and take her back!"

Monroe, who didn't expect Raymond to speak, sat up straight from the chaise longue with his eyes wide, pointed his finger at Raymond but looked at the red-haired old man, and let out a strange laugh. "Ha, haha...... You dare to bring this rude little guy to me, is your skull broken old thing!"

Ignoring Monroe's insulting tone, Raymond took out a velvet bag from his waist bag, took out the spar in the bag, pinched it with two fingers and lifted it, began to look at it in the light of the window, and said lightly. "The number of hedron is not a problem, but what I want to know most now is the condition of Shaman's withdrawal, her safety is the first priority!"

Huge pink top quality spar. Facing the light, it emitted a devastating light, such a single one was equivalent to hundreds of high-grade crystals.

Monroe, who was blinded by the light of this top-grade hedron, immediately sat up on the chaise longue, his eyes showing greed, and his pale face became a little flushed.

The finger that was originally pointing at Raymond shook and produced energy fluctuations, but after hesitating, he took his finger back and looked at Raymond squarely.

Top-grade spars do not exist for trading at all, and generally only appear occasionally in auction houses, although according to the energy they contain. Each top-grade hedron is only equivalent to eighty high-grade hedron of the same volume, but even if you pay double the price on the black market, you can't get it at all, because the number is so small.

And because some special runes must use top-grade hedron to activate, top-grade hedron has always been a scarce resource on the market. As long as it appears, it will be taken away immediately, and it will not be circulated in the market at all.

So while Monroe was in charge of the Shadow Guild for many years. But he also rarely had the opportunity to see the existence of top-grade hedron at such a close distance.

The contents of the velvet pocket were all dumped on the table by Raymond. More than thirty top-grade spars with unconventional shapes shone brightly under the light outside the window, and the faces of the three people in the room were dyed with brilliant brilliance.

There were so many top-grade spars that Monroe behind the table felt a little breathless, but when he reached out to touch these top-grade spars, Raymond gently brushed his palm on the table. But all the hedrons had been put back and put them back into the velvet bag one by one.

The top-grade spar that disappeared in an instant made Monroe feel his tongue dry, and he immediately shouted angrily. "You, you, what do you mean!"

The velvet pocket was placed by Raymond on top of the suitcase resting on his lap. Then Raymond said calmly. "It doesn't matter if it's compensation, it's not like ransom, but I need Prophet Shamanti to be alive and safe!"

Monroe's face turned red in an instant, as if his own things had been snatched away, his breathing became heavy, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he glared at Raymond viciously.

But Raymond, who was sitting there, looked at him calmly, with a faint smile on his face.

The palm that was hanging on the table unconsciously clenched into a fist, and then was slammed on the table by Monroe, making a loud bang.

But Raymond, who looked him directly in the eyes, kept smiling and didn't blink at all, but leaned his body on the back of the chair, more calmly.

"Do you understand who you're talking to right now!" Monroe, who had begun to probe Raymond's condition, roared as the surging aura of energy surged. "I'm the head of housekeeping for the Shadow Guild, and I'm in charge here!"

Raymond, who had a mockery on his face, ignored Monroe's rude aura, and instead picked up the velvet pocket that was resting on the suitcase, shook it lightly in the eyes of the two, and asked with some disdain. "Do you really want these top-grade hedrons? If you want, let me see the Shaman withdrawal first, otherwise the deal can't be completed!"

The deliberately accentuated tone of the word "deal" made Monroe, whose eyes were bloodshot, a little stunned, but after a moment, he laughed heartily as he withdrew his probing breath. "Interesting, interesting!"

The smile was very bright, but there was not a trace of a smile in Monroe's eyes, but it became even colder.

The fist that smashed on the table was raised, and Monroe, who took out a palm-sized metal box from the table, lifted the lid of the small metal box in front of Raymond, and with the emergence of a faint energy breath, a round phantom like a projection appeared on the top of the metal box.

Some of the blurry projections gradually became clearer, and after a few moments it was clear that it was showing a small room.

There was only a small bed in the room, and a girl sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Samanchu is only imprisoned in a dungeon, but she's a wizard apprentice with special abilities," Monroe sneered, his fingers slightly adjusted on the metal box, and soon the girl sitting cross-legged on the ground was magnified, so that people could see her face clearly. "It's a pity that because you came late, so now the compensation has increased again, I don't know if you can afford it!"

"Now is not the time to talk about the amount," Raymond shook his head at Monroe, but the corners of his mouth turned up with a slight disdain. "You have to show me that she's here intact so I can trust that she's not hurt!"

"How dare you question me!" his eyes glared at Monroe, his outstretched fingers almost poking Raymond's face in a thunderous rage. "How dare you question me, Monroe-sama, boy!

"Now we're talking about a deal, a deal to pay with top-grade hedrons," Raymond, who was silent, didn't care about the finger that was about to poke his cheek, and looked Monroe into the eyes. "Do you want to continue this deal? If you don't want me to see Samanti himself, then there will be no deal!"

"You're finished! You're finished! You dare to despise me Monroe like this, you will know the consequences!" Raymond's calmness made Monroe burst into a rage, and after a moment of wandering around the table, he still waved his hand to open the contact interface of the spell ghost, and yelled in front of Raymond and the red-haired old man. "Bring Shaman to my room, right now!"

There was a muffled response from the oval-shaped spell interface, but Monroe, who was holding it with one hand, twitched the corners of his mouth and issued the order again. "Also, let the Oto brothers come with us!"

Raymond, who was sitting in the chair, had a calm face, but the red-haired old man standing beside him had a great change in his face, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Monroe, who had taken the spell back, pointed at his nose and yelled before the red-haired old man could speak. "Shut up, old thing, you don't have the right to speak here!"

The red-haired old man, whose face turned pale, lowered his head aggrievedly, as if he was a little accustomed to such an encounter.

Raymond, who sighed secretly, didn't say a word, and let Monroe, whose expression had become extremely cheerful, wander around behind the desk and waited patiently...... (To be continued......)