"Quid Pro Quo"

The pigman snorted his nose before letting out a foul breath. Achilles' face scrunched up as he actively held his breath at the pig's uncivilized action.

The swine stated with a haughty expression:

"Simple, give us some of the valuable soul artifacts or Corrupted's corpses that you have. It's a fair and square quid pro quo, isn't it?"

Achilles shook his head. He secretly moved his left hand behind his back as his razor-sharp talons grew out of his fingertips. He was ready to kill this swine the moment it tried to cross the line.

"I'm afraid we can't afford to do so. As it has stated in the telegram, most of our possessions were gone due to an incident. I'll need you to think of something else."

The swine clicked his tongue for a second. Then, he turned his gaze behind Achilles and scanned the rest of the crew. Lust started overflowing his eyes as he continued scrutinizing the others.