Bab 160: Sacred Event Day 3

"Who are you exactly?" Lucius asked.

"Someone you'll want to cooperate with tomorrow if survival is your goal," Aito said, absorbing one soul core after another. "That's who I am." 

He had kept two hundred soul cores for himself and given the rest to his teammates. Orcs hadn't bothered him when picking all of those up. Apparently, those were his prizes to take. His spoils of war.

"Maybe…," Lucius said, eyeing Aito's cores stashes in a backpack. "If you're willing to spare some of your cores, we might reach a deal." 

A soul core disintegrated in Aito's palm as he absorbed all its contents, then frowned deeply. "Are you a mercenary or a challenger?" 

"Let's say I'm an opportunist," Lucius replied. "I take what I can get from any situation."