Chapter 234 - Reason Puzzle
Tesla’s hand twitched a little when hearing Angor’s words. He looked at Prome, hoping for a proof.
Prome smiled. “The scythe is enchanted with Rune of Sharpen, a very typical enchantment technique.”
Almost everyone in the underground market knew that Prome was a synthesis alchemist. He was clearly trying to tell them that the scythe had nothing to do with him.
Tesla was too surprised to get surprised again now. The only thing he wanted to do at this point was to achieve his goal of buying a weapon. He did not care who the kid was.
“You’re the seller. Sell it if you want. Enough with your reason bullshit or whatever,” said Tesla as he slammed the scythe on the desk in rage.
Angor was calm as ever. “But you’re the one trying to talk reason, right? I placed the weapon in the shop, so obviously, I’ll sell it. Look, I just gave it to you.”
“Do it fast then. We don’t need no reasons!”
Queena quickly stopped her seductive movement. “So what price are you expecting?”
Angor did not drag the matter for any longer. “Three hundred.”
Everyone looked at him in surprise. That was three times the original offer. A similar weapon made by the hands of a master would probably cost the same price, and this one obviously was not a masterpiece.
“Damn. Angor’s so bold. But I like it!” Dave thought to himself.
“Three hundred, huh? Really? Just tell us if you don’t want to sell it at all,” Tesla sneered.
The other people were thinking in the same way. Angor’s price was completely unreasonable.
“Of course I’m selling it. Why else would I place it in the shop? I’ll sell as long as you pay enough.”
“But it ain’t worth 300 crystals! Hell, even a hundred is a bit overpriced.”
Angor grinned. “Really now? Let’s see… your boss, what’s he called? ‘Raging Blade’ Naru? He’s waiting for you guys in Sky Tower, right?”
Tesla and Queena both had their pupils constricted when Angor mentioned Sky Tower.
Queena let out a pretentious chuckle. “What are you talking about? I don’t get you.”
“You don’t? It’s fine,” said Angor as he placed the scythe back into its case. “I think the weapon will sell better if I wait several days. Don’t you think so, Mister Tesla?”
“What-what did you know?” Tesla asked.
“You’re asking me now? But didn’t you guys just buy the information yourselves?”
“Information? What information?” Fosah and Laffitte looked at each other, puzzled.
Angor only smiled. “Something that helps me sell the scythe at 300 magic crystals.”
Tesla and Queena both stared at Angor with an uncertain look. “Who the hell are you? And how did you find out?”
“So, you aren’t buying it? But you want to buy it low before the information goes out, right? What, three hundred is too much for you?”
Not knowing what Angor was referring to, the remaining people glanced at each other.
“Someone who believes money is the reason… can’t afford to pay mere 300 crystals?”
Tesla’s face grew red again at Angor’s sarcasm. He was criticizing Fosah in the exact same way, and someone used the same trick against him so soon.
To make it worse, Tesla did not have so much money on him. Besides, for ordinary apprentices, that kind of money was not something easily collected.
“I think you’re on the point. They don’t have the money,” Dave spoke along. He was also wondering what the “information” was, but he was glad he had something to add salt to Tesla’s wounded ego.