Chapter 112: Gods Amongst Men
Dasha removed himself from the table. The whispers and reactions that followed were full of emotion. Confusion, tension, and fear that the King of Vikings would not accept the outcome.
"Where do you think you’re going!?"
Dasha didn’t bother looking at Frode. He heard his obnoxiously loud voice one too many times. "I expect a contract."
Frode scoffed. "We’re just getting started—"
"Dionysus, confirm the Eternal Contract," said Dasha. "Unless...the King of Vikings cannot pay?"
"We never planned to," Marshal Roland Blackwood said. "Anything over five billion was automatically out of our spending. I’m sure you knew that. Tell me, what can we do in exchange?"
His back to them, Dasha raised a hand and showed three fingers. "Three wishes. Anytime, anyplace, I expect you two to fulfill one wish."
"A wish?" Frode huffed. "What kind of wish? Like a favour?"
"Something like that," Dasha replied. "Oh, and two hundred million points from each of you. Does that suffice?"
The Marshal curled a hand under his chin. "Two hundred million I can manage. What are the criteria for the wishes?"
"There are none."