Warlock Apprentice

Tesla dropped his money pouch and reached for the scythe.

Dave quickly took it away. “Not yet. We haven’t agreed on a price yet!”

Tesla pointed to the pouch on the counter. “That’s a hundred crystals. Absolutely a decent market price.”

Usually, a weapon enchanted with Rune of Sharpen would sell for a similar price. However, this one might go a little lower since a scythe was not a common weapon used by people.

Dave hesitated. He really did not wish to sell anything to these two people. What was more, those were Angor’s weapons, and Angor had not provided his opinion yet.

“What, you want more? How about selling it to the peasants?” Tesla pointed at Fosah and Laffitte.

Fosah was still staring at the Tang Dao in Tesla’s hand, unmoving.

Everyone looked outside and saw a middle-aged man in a shiny purple robe walking in on casual steps.

“Master Prome!” Fosah saw his “potential boss” and quickly went to kneel down.

“Master Prome…” Tesla was shocked. He mentioned Prome’s name to scare off Dave, but Prome came for real!

“Speak of the devil… and just in time,” Angor thought to himself.

Prome did not know what a bunch of people was doing in his shop, but he already heard Tesla’s previous words. He was pretty satisfied with Dave’s outstanding performance recently. Earlier this week, when he taught Dave alchemy knowledge, Dave showed an open mind as well as great determination. Added with the friendship with Angor… Naturally, Prome would never kick Dave out of the shop.

“Master,” greeted Dave as he welcomed his teacher inside.

Prome’s action slapped Tesla’s face really hard. However, when Tesla thought about how the stupid kid took the income of the shop for his own, the man was confident that Master Prome would “do justice”.

“What’s going on here?” Prome asked.

Before Dave could explain, Fosah and Laffitte rushed to Prome’s side and quickly described the whole matter.

Prome did not reveal his standing. Deep inside, he would support Tesla this time. However, since Angor was the one opposing Tesla, Prome was fine with selling a cheap alchemy weapon at a bad price. He could always make another one.

He had no idea that the Tang Dao was not from his shop.

Prome was going to speak up for Angor, but Tesla spoke first, “Master Prome, the young man gave the weapon to these… two, and only gave two magic crystals to your clerk, while he kept the rest. That’s why I’m unsatisfied.”

Since Prome was here, Tesla would not call people “peasants” now.

Prome looked at Fosah, hoping that a third party could prove Tesla’s words for him.

Fosah hesitated a little and nodded.

“I… see,” Prome was not sure how to comment now. Angor should have many ways to earn money. Why would he use such a bad trick in broad daylight? Prome pondered whether he should still support Angor.

Tesla was satisfied to see Prome “doubting the kid”.

Angor spoke up, “I’m not done with my reasons. Let’s talk about who should get served first.”

Tesla pointed to Fosah. “I think you should ask HIM. Say, if he has enough money, will he care about who comes first?”

Fosah felt like crying when he became the center of attention again. However, since Angor just helped him, he decided to tell a lie for now by declining Tesla’s assumption.

He nodded firmly. “I will! I’ll let whoever arrives first to buy the weapon!”

Despite his sincere look, no one in the shop believed him. Not even Angor.

“I see what you mean,” Angor said, “and I do believe that Fosah will not tell reasons if he’s rich.”

Fosah looked at Angor in shock. Hey brother! I’m trying to help! What gives??

Angor’s words also caught Tesla by surprise. The man already prepared some speech to hurt Fosah, but he no longer needed to.

Angor continued, “So you don’t reason, Fosah doesn’t reason, we’ll not find reasons from both of you. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you the reason!”

Angor gave them a bright smile.

Tesla humphed. “What’s the point? You think you can decide on behalf of Master Prome?”

Angor shook his head. “Of course I cannot.”

He then pointed to the blade in Fosah’s arm. “But I have the right to decide the fate of this weapon.”

“How?!”

“Because the weapon is mine!”

His words startled everyone in the shop again. Well, except Dave.

Prome carefully looked at the weapon and wiped some sweat drops from his forehead. He thought people were arguing over something he made before, and he was glad he did not say anything like that or that would be so embarrassing.

Tesla was taken aback. If what Angor said was true… then yes, Angor should be the one deciding how to sell the blade.

And Angor had all the reason to “be reasonable with them”.

Tesla’s heart sank when he realized that neither Dave nor Master Prome said anything. So the blade really was from this damn kid!

No wonder the clerk “gladly” accepted two magic crystals for the weapon.

Tesla only felt great shame troubling his mind now. Every word he said until now, which all meant to boast about his wealth, only deepened his embarrassment.

As he tried to think of an excuse, Angor’s voice interrupted his thoughts again.

Angor picked up the scythe and smiled at Tesla. “Okay, I finished telling my reason. Now it’s your turn.”

He handed the scythe to Tesla.

“I hope you have a reason to convince me to sell this to you. Oh right, just so you know, the scythe is mine as well.”