Galos did not trust Nick's words.
Honesty? Trust? These words do not appear in a merchant's dictionary, especially for a shrewd merchant like Nick, who dares to boast even among a pack of wolves. If he were to be honest, Galos might even call himself a benevolent Dragon.
Through the Elder Shaman, he said to Nick:
"Your caravan only has five nearly-defunct Steam Trucks, carrying some cheap and useless Chicken Blood Stones. How am I supposed to believe you can bring back Black Oil and Magic Energy Stones for me?"
Pausing for a moment, he continued: "Think carefully before you answer. You have only one chance."
The lives of himself and his companions depended on the answer that followed.
Nick's breath hastened, feeling immense pressure.
The Elder Shaman in front of him, though hunched with mottled fur and without any apparent deterrent presence, seemed to harbor a Giant Dragon within those old, clouded eyes, making Nick feel a mountain-heavy oppression.
