Xinge put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin by his side, and wiped the corners of his mouth. He looked at Helritte with amusement, "I can offer you this opportunity, but first, I need to consult my mistress. If she is unwilling to speak with you, then there is nothing I can do."
"Thank you!" Helritte looked at Xinge with gratitude. His only hope now was to communicate with the other party and persuade them to spare his life. He was wealthy and powerful, but compared to Xinge, his rights and wealth paled in comparison. Most importantly, Xinge was no ordinary person and he was; he simply did not have the ability to resist Xinge.
"I'll have someone bring a mobile phone to you," Helritte said, about to press a bell to summon a servant.
"No need!" Xinge took off the pendant hanging from his neck and, under Helritte's astonished gaze, activated the communication talisman.
Soon after, a crisp and pleasant voice came from the communication talisman, "What is it?"