After a lot of begging and pestering, Sirius finally gave in and went to sleep, but not before creating another avatar to keep talking with Cale in the room. A ray of energy erupted from his forehead, forming another body of his younger self, which looked like a carbon copy of the original one.
'Tsk.. this fuc-... sigh...'
"Seriously... aren't you just showing off now!"
Sirius sighed. "So, what do you want now?"
Cale thought for a moment. "Protection. For all the auction houses and merchant halls I'm going to open."
"You mean the ones that ;my' daughter owns, right?"
Cale smiled and nodded. "Indeed. The ones 'I' asked her to set up."
"Were you in some clan or sect in the previous... that?" Sirius asked.
"Well, not a clan. They're quite stuck on the 'blood runs thick' kind of thing. But I was part of a demonic sect..."
