534 Grace

As Liam was subtly scanning the creature from head to toe, the crocodile was doing the same to him.

Perhaps it wasn't a common sight to see a human Zenith withstand such underwater pressure. 

At least, not with that dead, nonchalant, and slightly dumb look on their face. 

"Greetings," the crocodile said, his voice grim and monstrous. "I am Zro. Before you proceed, I must ask you for the entry fee."

Direct and quick.

Liam respected it.

"How much?" Liam asked.

Obviously, Liam knew beforehand that the price was 10,000 Shellings.

But he wanted to know if the crocodile would attempt to fleece him for money.

Hey, it didn't hurt.

"Ten thousand," Zro said with a flat voice, "for one hour."

Liam hummed to himself.

Then, he outstretched his ring finger. 

"In here," he said.

The humanoid crocodile nodded, then pointed his own ring finger at Liam's.