Chapter 303 - Vice’s Request
Chapter 303: Vice’s Request
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“You’re concerned about your title being recognized by the public, Mister Padt?” Vice successfully read Angor’s expression. “You shouldn’t be. Let’s put your relationship with your mighty professor aside, your alchemy skill alone is enough to discourage common thieves and rogues from commencing folly. Look at Master Prome! As I can recall, after your match against Parasite Queen, sir, Master Prome saved you from the arena while killing a good many assailants, and no one confronted Master Prome yet.
“Pray not to underestimate yourself. Considering the fame of… your professor, I can tell you that we can count how many people who are bold enough to assault you inside the mirror world with one hand.”
Instead of Vice’s assurance, Angor was more concerned about Vice’s ability to read his mind—obviously, this man was an expert at this. Vice kept making straightforward moves including revealing his investigation behind Angor’s back, and the man was confident in it. One wrong move could easily put him on Angor’s bad side.
And Angor would admit the Vice was doing a perfect job until now. The man had sugarcoated his otherwise disgusting intentions using sincereness, and Angor only found it to be reasonable.
They were still strangers, which meant Angor would not really mind Vice’s personal intention. With this out of the way, there was only sincereness left.
Once the initial enthusiasm between strangers was over, it depended on such sincerity whether their relationship could keep going. Vice masterfully established this undeniable bond, so even if something bad would happen in the future, Angor would not be able to find fault with the man.
Angor settled his expression and hid his emotions. “That aside, why have you visited me, Mister Edward?”
Angor decided not to “scam” Vice too hard—he might as well leave more room for their future encounters. Considering Vice’s progression, this man was very likely to become a wizard.
Angor made up his mind and prepared to finish his “show”.
“The probability is still terribly low, I’m afraid-”
Before he could finish though, Vice added another chip to the table.
“I can provide you another material.”
“Um, material?” Angor was not expecting that. In fact, he was about to agree already.
“Yes. I ran across it by accident. I was planning to sell it at an auction in Floating Mech City. But if Mister Padt agrees to help me with the weapon, I can give it to you as a down payment.”
Angor exchanged a look with Prome—a material qualified to be sold in Floating Mech City would not be anything ordinary.
“Can I take a look?”
“Of course.” Vice signaled Angor to have some privacy.
Angor nodded at Prome and took Vice into his basement lab.
Vice looked around the packed-up space and grinned at Angor curiously. “Looks like Master Prome REALLY regards you as a good friend, Mister Padt.”
Angor chucked embarrassingly. Vice had seen through their “teamwork” so easily.
Everyone in the guest hall was pretending back there, and they all knew it.
“Truth be told, I really need this weapon since it’ll decide my destiny of becoming a wizard in the end,” said Vice. He considered his words before continuing, “And I’m willing to pay with everything I’ve got.”
Obviously, Vice did not mind the little show between Angor and Prome.
“As for the material… it’s a magical plant I found inside a plane passageway.”