At Deacon's signal, a team of blood-eyed Andros stepped forward.
Wilson knew them. Though he could not name them, he knew this team was composed of top account actuaries trained by the Moslin Bank—each one extremely capable. He immediately stepped forward to discuss with Deacon: "How do we calculate?"
"According to the facts, of course." Deacon narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze casually sweeping over the two Light Witch Ancestors. He had long known the Jones Tribe was not simple and would not let them take whatever they wanted. This result was exactly what he had hoped for; he was not disappointed."That young wolf of yours can't have three sheep for a meal." He patted Wilson on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go settle the accounts."
"Alright." Wilson glanced at little Dessey and Austi
