Chapitre 200: Memories

"The price is... memories?" Evan was puzzled, he didn't understand why the informant would need the memories of a complete stranger. Moreover, Evan didn't understand how the memories could be a price, though he assumed it was all about the man's unusual eye.

"Yes, it is.  And if that doesn't suit you, then get out of here. How many of your memories I'll look at depends on the price of the question. The more valuable the information is, the more memories I'll want to look at."

"So you're not going to steal my memories. You're just getting inside my head, but why do you do that? What's the use of a random person's memories?" Evan asked.

"AHAHAHAHAHA, it's obvious, I'm a collector! I collect memories, I think I'm the only one of my kind." The man replied loudly.

At that moment, Evan realized his question had been a foolish one.