Somewhere deep in the jungle, far away from the bustling market, the crowded streets, Razeal and Levy finally stood, facing each other.
Razeal though just stood there, wearing his usual cold expression, as if he didn't know how to interact with people. Honestly, the most he could manage was saying a few words, and even then, it was all just cold.
Yeah, maybe except systems, he can't manage or just doesn't bother to speak more than two sentences to anyone.
Now, he was just staring at Levy with that same expression, making Levy feel even more weirded out.
The tension in the air was thick, but it was Levy who finally broke the silence, his voice hesitant yet straight. "So, what do you want now?" Levy paused, his eyes locking with Razeal's. "Well, if it's business, I'm afraid I can't help you right now."
