Kakarim frowned.
The cultist he had contacted before hadn't made so many demands.
Greenfur's requirements were truly excessive.
"Right here," Kakarim insisted. "As for sacrifices, just use your Devotees. There are over forty of them here."
Greenfur shrugged helplessly.
"Damn… Bro, you're a big shot in the Holy Cultivator Guild. Surely you know that under your god's radiance, someone like me can't perform any ritual properly?"
"How do you know if you don't try?"
"Really can't do it. If the Cidi God curses me for this, I'll lose His favor, and then no one will be able to help you. Bro, the soul has seven days, remember? I shouldn't have to remind you; he has only a few days left. It will be hard to find someone like me again."
Kakarim gritted his teeth and said, "Enough. Stop calling me bro all the time. I'll take you to a place right now."
"Just take me, that's enough," Greenfur said. "And bring nine living human sacrifices."
"Oh, then bring your nine Devotees."
