That's what his experience murmured in frigid whispers. After all, in a realm where everyone was an enemy or a traitor, the demons who survived were as rude as they were cunning.
He took a shaky step back, his breath coming out ragged. "I-I mistook you for someone else, sir. Please forgive me for the bother." He produced two coins minted with a lion-headed demon holding a snake—Vinéa.
Adam glanced at him, chuckling. "What about the pouch of materials I gave you earlier?"
The demon almost choked. Still, he reluctantly reached for his pocket. "Right. It's only natural that I return it to you..."
However, Adam cut him off by raising his palm, then making a zipping gesture on his lips. "For your silence. I don't need to spell what will happen to you if you run your mouth." His voice grew somber. "Right?"
He pocketed the two coins, turned, and waved his hand. "Choose your targets better, or your next offence might be the last."
