It took Akaza over an hour to get back.
As he walked into the building, Simon used Shadow Sense to ensure that none was following him.
He nodded slightly when he sensed nothing, then Akaza stood in front of him.
He handed a spatial ring to Simon, and Simon looked at it for a second before taking it.
"Any problems?"
Akaza shook his head.
"None."
Simon nodded. "And how much did you spend?"
Akaza glanced at the twelve traitors, and he could not help but feel sorry for them.
"Approximately two thousand five hundred merits."
Simon nodded once again.
"You know what to do. Take it from their pockets after I heal them."
He didn't bother to say any other thing after this.
The more time he wasted here, the lesser time he'd have to prepare for the life and death duel tomorrow.
He stood and walked into one of the empty rooms that was in the building, leaving behind Akaza and the Iron Fangs.
Akaza then looked at the Iron Fangs with slightly raised brows.
