Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"Are you guys looking for Midas for something?"

In such a scene, having witnessed Fu Qian’s actions, Mogrim’s gaze flickered before he suddenly took the initiative to ask another question.

"Just having a casual chat, we’ve heard his story and wanted to do an interview."

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Fu Qian finally spoke up, and the conversation suddenly turned bizarre.

"I see, in that case, could I trouble you with a favor?"

Mogrim showed no sign of suspicion, nodding repeatedly while earnestly requesting, and pushed a stack of casino chips towards them.

"This is a little token of my gratitude; could you help deliver these to Midas? Even though he refused them before, I would still feel uneasy if I didn’t do this."

"No problem, it’s a piece of cake!"

Fu Qian stowed the weapon named ’Mercy’ away a second earlier and readily agreed to help.

"Sorry for troubling you today, thank you for sharing your insights."

"How could I..."