Amid the madness, Lebius remained expressionless, long accustomed to the man's raving words.
"But there is another possibility, one of many factors, Lebius."
The man stopped laughing, recalling something amusing as he rubbed his hands together, eager to try something.
"What?" Lebius asked.
"We can't interfere directly with this world, so the debtor is our limb, our proxy in establishing within this world."
A strange light flickered in his eyes, his voice eerie and hoarse.
"The devil that made a deal with Bologue Lazarus... one of my brothers, perhaps he needs Bologue Lazarus to do something for him..."
The man's voice gradually trailed off into a hoarse, murky whisper.
"Yes, it's one of the possibilities, he needs Bologue Lazarus to do something, but why him? Why this nobody?
To do what?"
