Leon's gaze was constantly fixed on the silent Evil Thought. He knew that Evil Thought held the Astral Prism, and at this moment, the Mind Flayer Monarch trapped within was surely desperately persuading Evil Thought to refuse this deal—the hammer that could destroy all bindings was its most feared thing.
"You can think it over; I'm not in a hurry," Leon said. "I have time, but you don't."
In the game, everyone usually camped in tents; in reality, of course, they wouldn't choose to camp in the wild after entering a city. Leon met the Tomb Guardian in Charis's affectionate view, who appeared plain and nondescript, with a withered old appearance.
"Hello," Leon greeted proactively.
The Tomb Guardian lifted his eyes, which seemed like two bottomless ancient wells, and said, "I have a question: what is the value of a mortal's life?"
"Two hundred gold coins," Leon said with amusement.
"Good," the Tomb Guardian said noncommittally, "I have my answer."
