Before Ecker could even finish his sentence, the old man hadpletely


    absorbed Ecker into his body. The old man''s body vibrated as a ball of energy swam around inside it, after which Ecker''s bones were shaken out and scattered across the ground.


    The old man let out a burp as if he had just finished a meal, before scoffing at Greg. "This sacrifice''s far too old. Could you find me a younger one next time?"


    Greg nodded profusely. "Yes, of course. Don''t worry, Holy One, I''ll find you a younger sacrifice next time. Oh, and can the sacrifices be restored to just once a year once the gloves are found?"


    Sweat beaded on Greg''s forehead as he spoke. Walton''s family had only


    achieved their sess and glory thanks to the Holy One transferring the luck from Albus'' family to Walton''s.


    That was what led to the downfall of Albus'' family and the rise of Walton''s. As repayment, Walton''s family had promised the Holy One to bring him a sacrifice


    each year.


    However, Walton had identally angered the Holy One recently, causing the yearly sacrifice to be changed to a monthly basis.


    Despite Walton''s family doing well now, one sacrifice a year was already the limit that they had to exert their efforts to achieve. This change to a monthly sacrifice was well beyond what they were capable of.


    If this went on, they would be exposed within a matter of a few months. Walton''s family woulde crashing down, and their reputation would be ruined.


    Everything hinged on the gloves now, which meant that the Holy One might loosen the sacrifice requirement once they were found.


    The Holy One eyed Greg coldly. "Are you trying to bargain with me, Greg Jonan?"


    "No, of course not! I would never dare to do such a thing. It''s just that our family''s only just started doing well, and we''re not quite powerful enough to do some things. It''s not that we don''t want to do them, you know..."


    The Holy One''s expression darkened. "Do you know what happens to people who speak to me like this, Greg Jonan?"


    "Thest guy who did that is now a pile of bones!"


    The Holy One grabbed a fistful of Greg''s shirt, yanking him over and glowering at him. "Let me make this clear to you. Your family has no right to be bargaining with me! You would be nothing without me!"


    "Yes, yes, of course."


    "Get out!"


    The Holy One tossed Greg off the tform. "Listen up! Starting today, you are to bring me a sacrifice every single day until you find me my holy weapon. Or I''ll walk out of this maze, and Walton Jonan''s family will be done for."


    Greg practically fled the basement, the Holy One''s words ringing through his brain as he ran.


    He would need to bring the Holy One a sacrifice each day if he did not find the gloves. How would Walton''s family be able to afford that?