"Kid, no matter what, make sure there's enough Gemstones. Did you hear me? If you let her starve, I'll come down from the Hall of Trial and screw your head off, even at the risk of divine punishment." He stared fiercely at Jason.
Facing the glare, Jason merely glanced at him and waved his hand dismissively. "Cut it out. Besides, I have an ample supply. I've practically spent all my funds feeding her; I don't need your instructions."
"Good to see you're sensible, kid. But I should offer something too. I have a legacy in the mortal world—my own treasury—and it has quite a few Gemstones."
Hearing this, Jason's head snapped around. Is there really such a good thing? When it came to Gemstones, Jason's motto was 'the more, the better.' He'd take as many as he could get.
"I can't tell you now," the Dragonman said, looking at him. "Only when you meet my requirements and complete the trial will I let you in on it."
