"Hello, Francois. I am Blaze. I can accept the thirty percent cut if you can answer my question."
Francois growls in a low tone.
"No questions. It is our policy."
"Alright. One percent then."
Francois is dumbfounded, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.
"Are you crazy? Who does extraction for one percent?
One question. Twenty percent."
Francois raises his index finger.
"One question, one percent."
Blaze calmly answers.
"What kind of price is this? You don't even raise the percentage!"
"One question is not worth raising the percentage."
Francois grinds his teeth, holding the Snake's Core like a precious baby in his arms.
"Twenty-five percent. You can ask five questions."
"Maximum ten percent.
Ten percent for ten questions, but you have to answer every single one truthfully."
"Deal!"
Francois reaches his hand out for a handshake.
Blaze doesn't grab it, instead swiping on the screen of the Diametric Cube again, taking out a Celestial Contract.
