Fosah seemed to be very sincere when he explained everything to Dave.
Dave also understood that the price they offered was way above the market's highest price. He estimated the Tang Saber to be worth around 10 magic crystals, which was about 2. Fifteen magic crystals was already a third of the original price, which was an astronomical price for a Tang Saber.
But … Dave sneaked a glance at Angor, who shook his head slightly.
If the owner of the saber did not want to sell, Dave could not go against the rules.
Dave smiled bitterly. "I'm not selling it now. If you want it, you can come back next week."
Fosah's face was full of question marks. "Can you tell us why next week?"
Dave did not know what to say. He did not know why Angor wanted to sell it next week.
Fosah narrowed his eyes. "You're not going to sell it to us, are you? Next week is just an excuse."
Dave did not say anything. He did not know how to respond.
Angor spoke in a small voice, "Maybe you're offering too little? You know, there are a lot of things happening and about to happen. Weapons will only get more expensive. "
Fosah's tone softened a little. "I know you're talking about the Moonfrost Passage. But the passage has been open for half a month now. Everyone who wants to buy weapons has already bought them. The price of this saber won't go up any further."
"Yeah! It won't go up any further. " Laffitte said, "Even if the second passage is opened, the price won't go up. People who go to the second passage all need tiered alchemy weapons. They don't want this saber at all. "
"I don't know," Angor said.
"You don't know about the market. My father is a minister of economy. I'm sure the price won't go up any further." Fosah and Laffitte did not waste time arguing with Angor. They were here to argue with Dave, not Angor.
"I'm not selling it now. Maybe … the price will go up next week!" Dave did not feel confident when he mentioned "price".
"I'm telling you, if it does, I'll kick my head around like a ball! You know, I can buy at least two similar weapons at Twilight Auction for 15 crystals, "Laffitte complained.
"Then go to the Twilight Auction and buy it," David said indifferently. "It's not for sale today."
"You!" Laffitte pointed at David, his eyes fierce.
David might be a little afraid of Black Jack, but he was not afraid of Lafitte and Fosah, who had just entered the wizarding world.
"What? You want to do it in Master Prome's alchemy shop?" Dave purposely uttered Prome's name with a sneer.
Only a handful of people dared to offend Prome in the underground market.
A few days ago, Prome rescued "Baron Milk" from the arena and killed a lot of people. But until now, no one dared to mess with him. This was the confidence of an alchemist!
Laffitte's face softened at the mention of Master Prome. He stole a glance at Blackjack.
At the same time, Fosah also looked at Blackjack with his beady eyes. His meaning was obvious: Your underling is dead, boss, come and save the day.
Black Jack frowned and cursed in his heart, "How can I be a coward now?" You guys can continue to attack him until he sells the knife to me. Even if Prome came, it had nothing to do with me.
Blackjack was dreaming. When the time came, he could just use his two underlings to take the knife for him. However, he did not know Fosah and Laffitte's personalities well enough. These two looked arrogant, but they would cower faster than anyone else in front of a tough opponent.
Seeing his underlings' pleading eyes, Blackjack could not stay on the sidelines any longer.
Blackjack walked up and pointed at David with a ferocious expression. He did not say anything for a long time.
He did not want to offend Master Prome either.
After a while, Blackjack hurriedly said something indifferent, "Stay under Master Prome's shadow for the rest of your life if you dare. Or … I'll show you what I'm made of!"
After that, Black Jack turned around and walked away. Along the way, he continued to laugh with his weird "whoosh whoosh whoosh" laughter, as if he had won a battle.
Fosah and Laffitte exchanged glances and followed Blackjack. Before leaving, Fosah smiled at Angor and said, "We're leaving now. Next time, I'll treat you to a drink at Pinky's Bar!"
Angor did not say anything.
After the unimportant people left, David sighed. "Fifteen crystals is really a good price. This blade … I don't think I can raise the price any further."
Angor was not very confident, but he did not care about such a small profit anyway. "It's fine. You know it's easy to make. I don't think you'll have a problem making it. "
"I don't know how to make weapons." David pursed his lips.
"You want to do alchemy with me, right? Just watch it a few more times and you'll understand. "Angor remembered how Dave risked everything to save him in the arena. He was really grateful for that. Alchemy was the only thing he could repay David's kindness.
He also knew that his alchemy skills were built on the shoulders of his predecessors. He lacked experience. Working together with David was not only because David was asking for his advice, but he also had the intention to learn from David.
David smiled. "But I'm not interested in your music box. You can come to me next time when you're doing alchemy."
"Didn't you stay at home these days? Every time you finished a match, I went to your place to wait for you. But I couldn't find you until midnight, "David said angrily.
"Ugh." Angor wanted to tell him that it was Number 233, not him. "I've been living with my professor these days. I'm only going back home today."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Your professor is … Mister Sunders. If I can be taught by him, I'll never leave Phantom Island. " David recalled the day when Sunders suddenly appeared in front of them. He still could not recover from the shock. "I'm so jealous of you. No wonder you're so good under that mister's guidance."
"Ah, let's not talk about this." David always thought about his professor when talking about this. He decided to change the topic. "What happened during your match with Parasite Queen? Why did you suddenly faint?"
Whenever David mentioned Parasite Queen, he no longer felt any admiration for her. He only felt sorry for her death.
"That woman …"
…
While Angor and David were talking, Blackjack and his two lackeys had left.
"That kid thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he has someone to back him up. I really want to beat him up!" Laffitte saw Blackjack's long face and rolled his eyes. "But Master Prome is nothing. Mister Blackjack is our support from now on. That kid won't even have the chance to suck up to Master Blackjack."
Fosah chimed in, "Even now, many people want to suck up to Master Blackjack!"
Blackjack remained expressionless, but his anger toward his lackeys had somewhat dissipated. "That kid who dressed like me, but looked a lot worse than me. Do you know him?"
"You mean Angor? He's in the same class as us, "Fosah said.
"His suit is not bad. Unfortunately, I don't know where it was custom-made. Did he wear it before joining Brute Cavern? "Blackjack asked.
"Who would pay attention to a man's clothes —" Laffitte was stopped by Fosah before he could finish.
Fosah said to Blackjack, "I think Angor used to be a noble. But as far as we know, he never wore such a mature gentleman's suit."
Laffitte also remembered something. "He never wore it. But I think his professor liked it."
"His professor? Who's his professor? "Blackjack asked curiously.
"His professor is Phantom Master Sunders, the God of Slaughter in the southern wizarding region! Speaking of which, he's really lucky. I don't know what their relationship is, but Sunders already looked at him differently before he came to Brute Cavern, "Laffitte spoke in a jealous tone.
Blackjack stopped abruptly when he heard Sunders' name.
"What did you say?" Blackjack suddenly grabbed Laffitte's collar and pulled him to his face.
Laffitte had no idea what was going on. "I didn't say anything. I just said he's really lucky …"
"Who's his professor? Who is it?! "
Laffitte was startled by Blackjack's manic tone. He stuttered, "S-Mister Sunders."
Blackjack shoved Laffitte away. "I heard Mister Sunders took in a student. But it's a brat! Damn you! "
Blackjack suddenly turned around and stormed toward Prome's Alchemy Shop with a dark expression.
"Boss, what's going on?"
"I'm going to kill that bastard! How dare he steal my spot! This is absolutely unforgivable! "Black Jack was furious and charged back with an unstoppable momentum.
Fosah and Laffitte exchanged a puzzled look. They did not know what was going on. Steal his spot? What spot?
And … why did their boss have to go against Angor?!
When Blackjack returned to Prome's Alchemy Shop, a chubby middle-aged man stepped inside as well.
Blackjack did not notice who it was. He immediately yelled at Angor, "Get out here, you bastard! No one is going to save you today! I'm going to cut you in half! "
As he spoke, Black Jack took out a card at the same time.
The card depicted a withered man whose neck was tied up with a rope.
"Card: Death's Invitation of the Hanged Man!" As he spoke, a shadow of a man hanging upside down crawled out of the card and lunged at Angor with a rope in his hand.
Angor watched the approaching shadow with an expressionless face.
"Shit!" A deep voice suddenly came from beside Blackjack. Before Blackjack could react, he felt himself being kicked out of the shop.
At the same time, the card in his hand was cut in half by a slash. When the card broke, Black Jack spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You dare to fight in my shop? Don't think I won't kill you, Blackjack!"
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