"Pft, hahaha!" The demons burst out laughing after hearing the old man's words.
"Did I say something funny?" Aurest frowned deeply, glaring at them. As far as he remembered, there was nothing funny in what he said.
"Hey, human, are you insane? Horvand? Zirham? Who the hell are they? Gods? What do they have to do with us? I can call myself a god too, but would you care? Anyway, forget the crap—now it's ten thousand coins per person to pass." One of the demons growled.
"Ten thousand? But you just said it was a thousand a moment ago," Aurest said with the same frown, though he wasn't surprised. He'd lived for centuries and had dealt with countless types like this.
You can't talk reason with demons. They only understand fear and strength. He thought invoking the name of the Great God and the Prophet might scare them off.
But apparently, these demons either didn't know about them or just didn't care.
