Chapitre 190: Distrust

I landed near God of Rogues, but didn't offer him anything like my hand to shake. Neither did he. Instead, he looked at his surviving dagger with sadness and sheathed it before raising his eyes at me again.

"I should really ask you to compensate me for this, somehow… Fancy giving me the Tome of Wizardry so I could forgive you for eating my Soft Cut?"

It took me a moment of reading his thoughts to realise that Soft Cut was the name of the dagger I ate. Then I snorted. "You wish."

"Think about it." God of Rogues smiled charmingly. "What would you even do with it? You are no wizard. We can have an exchange. I have plenty of treasures in my collection, ones that will be much more useful."

"No." I cut off, frowning. "Stop asking."

God of Rogues hummed. "And this makes me wonder, Devourer, what are you even doing here in Hell? How did you get here, without magic, without losing your power?"