"Is this what you said—a treasure worth as much as the souls of twenty mortals?"
In the dark alley, the devil stared at the ancient clay pot not far away, frowning slightly, and looked at the little devil with a sullen expression.
Dick grinned, "Lord Yulier, how dare I deceive you? You are the master of the Modin Casino, who in the entire Twelve Rings of the Bronze Fortress dares to disrespect you..."
Yulier glanced at him coldly and signaled with his eyes. Instantly, the sound of bone joints creaking sent shivers down his spine, and two gigantic, menacing shadows enveloped the little devil.
Those monsters looked like skinned humanoids with their dried outer skin tightly covering their skeletons. They had terrifying skull-like heads and scorpion tails, with corrupt and foul air swirling around them.
The long tail was made of segments of bones, and the tip was a large, sharp barb resembling a scythe and hook, gleaming with a cold light.
