Fosah spoke along Angor by using his experience as the son of an economy minister, “Supply and demand greatly affects something’s price. The market price may also be manipulated by people.”
Angor gave Fosah a thumbs-up. “So don’t give me the market price. I’m expecting your own price, and it’s not enough yet.”
Tesla, as someone who always knew how to spend money, was just as experienced in the economy as Fosah. “We consider supply and demand on condition that there is at least some demand for the item. Your short scythe is such an uncommon weapon. I don’t think people will buy it at all.”
“Aren’t you here for it?” Angor asked.
Tesla choked a little.
“Don’t be irrational! It’s your honor that someone actually wants to buy it!”
“And of course I can raise my price if someone needs the weapon badly. This is how the market works, no?”
“Heh. I don’t need it ‘badly’.”
“Is that so? See you next time then.”
Angor did not care whether the weapon was sold at all.
“Why you-” Tesla was only trying to gain himself some room for bargaining. He did not expect Angor to end his attempt so fast.
Queena, who had been watching their conversation, leaned down toward Angor to let the boy see her breast area through her collar.
“I apologize for Tesla, little handsome boy. He’s too rash a man, and he tends to cause trouble for all of us. I’ll buy the weapon, is that okay with you?”
“Of course. Your offer?”
Queena put a finger on her chest and spoke in a timid voice, “A hundred crystals from me. Is that good for you?”
Usually, a kid around the age of fourteen or so would easily lose his temper against the temptation of women. At least Queena believed so.
She had no idea that the boy in front of her did not even hesitate for one second when killing Red Butterfly, who was someone who would not lose when it came to beautiful looks.
“No.” Angor was firm.
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.