"Oh, alright."
The staff tapped the keyboard, sent over a message, and didn't forget to send it to Cheng Ye too.
"The debt has been paid off, so what about my battle armor? Those 2800 points aren't enough for you to sell it to me, right?"
"Viscoelastic bomb, yes, I haven't detonated that thing yet, you can recover it, right?"
All three debts were settled, yet Cheng Ye in the screen became even more excited.
The First Elder couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up abruptly and pushed the staff aside: "Connect me with the communication!"
"Elder, the rules don't allow you to directly..."
"I'm not an Elder, I am you."
The old man snatched the terminal, his fingers pressed heavily on the communication button, and his hoarse voice exploded through the microphone:
"Hmm?"
"Cheng Ye, I can waive the contribution points for the battle armor and the viscoelastic bomb and gift them to you."
