"Mm, this might be my only chance in your remaining life to stand on the same level as Lady Triss."
"Don't do that."
Murphy shook his head and said in a low voice:
"It's just one divinity shard. If I play it safe, I'll get one sooner or later anyway. But some treasures, once lost, are lost forever. I'm a gambler about to step up to the table; I can go all in for profit.
But I also have my bottom line.
An old man once told me, don't try to achieve all beautiful things by means of destruction. That way lies nothing but endless despair.
Triss has accepted you already. All you're missing is time."
"Ah, my master, you really are too good at sweet-talking."
Adel bit her lip, stood on tiptoe and whispered something in Murphy's ear, making the handsome vampire glare hard at her and snap:
"Where did you even learn that filthy talk that would make even Shadow Elves blush! We're about to head into danger here, no dirty thoughts! Focus!"
"All right, I'll follow all your orders."
