Adrian glanced at the severed limb with a thoughtful expression.
"I'm sure we could create some tremendous artifacts or weapons using its blood and bones."
Arthur's head immediately snapped toward him.
His ears practically perked up.
'Did he just say a Demon Lord?'
He stared at the glass case.
Then at Adrian.
Then back at the glass case.
A dangerous gleam appeared in Arthur's eyes.
He immediately pushed himself to his feet and approached Adrian.
"Old man."
Adrian glanced at him.
"What? Need another beating or something?"
"I'll buy that arm from you."
For a moment, Adrian simply stared at his son.
Arthur pointed toward the glass case.
"Tell me how much you want for it."
Sylvia's eyes widened slightly.
"Arthur, why do you want that?"
Arthur looked at her.
"I have some use for it."
He paused, then added with complete seriousness, "I really need it."
Sylvia glanced at the severed arm.
Then she looked back at her son.
"What kind of use?"
"That's a secret."
