Bab 1972: Restorative Grasp

Once Mingzhi and Schleya left, Davis smirked at Adlet Rayburn.

"So you are finally willing to talk to me?"

Adlet Rayburn could only wryly smile.

How could he talk to a person powerful than him, or rather, he didn't even know if he was being held under the threat of a knife to his throat. Only after this complex situation came to an end did he understand that the other party did not want to steal his treasures but form an acquaintance which every genius would at least try.

Obviously, the Emperor of Death didn't seem to be the loner type with so many people around him.

Thinking like this, Adlet Rayburn didn't want to beat around the bush either.

"I'll be straightforward. Part of the reason why I  accepted your invitation is that I want Soul Palace's light attributed techniques and manuals."

Davis shook his head.

"Then you can leave. I only needed you to represent the Alstreim Family anyway, and it's going to end."