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Chapter 233 - Talking Reason

    <h4>Chapter 233: Talking Reason</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions


    Te dropped his money pouch and reached for the scythe.


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


    Te 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 simr price. However, this one might go a little lower since a scythe was not amon 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?” Te pointed at Fosah and Laffitte.


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


    “Are you selling it or not? You got a good offer!” Te tapped on the desk impatiently.


    Dave struggled a little and finally decided to ce the case back on the desk.


    Queena smiled and winked at Te who then nced at Fosah again. “See that? Give me reasons when you earn enough money or don’t be an eyesore.”


    Queena sneered, “Enough wasting time with these lots. Naru’s waiting!”


    “Okay okay! Just let me grab the weapon,” said Te with a chuckle.


    He believed he had everything under control and that no one would oppose him now. Those two peasants already lost their speech, and the shop clerk only needed money.


    Money was the rule.


    With enough money, he managed to receive the message earlier from Bartterfly Pub and even asked them to keep it from others for a while.


    Te reached for the scythe slowly while giving everyone a proud look... wait.


    <i>Why is it so heavy?</i>


    He looked down and saw someone’s hand holding the weapon down. Telling from the healthy features on the hand, it had to be someone really young.


    Te moved his sight up and saw the young man who had not made a sound until now.


    “Hands off, peasant,” Te spoke in a cold tone.


    Everyone else in the shop stared at Angor.


    “So, you’re rich,” said Angor as he smiled at the man in front of him. “I’ll reason with you.”


    His words startled everyone, especially Fosah, who suddenly felt a bit relieved. Was Angor trying to help him?


    Queena raised an eyebrow and ced a polished finger on Te’s chest. “Oh my, little handsome. Do you want to reason with him? I’m afraid his... ‘reason’ is bigger than you expected.”


    As she spoke, Queena slowly moved her finger down toward Te’s abdomen and stopped at a convenient spot to draw a circle. What she meant was obvious.


    Te sneered again, “Good. I’ll show you some reason then.”


    He let his hand go from the case. “So, how much can you offer? Let’s see who got more ‘reason’.”


    Angor remained calm and pointed at the other weapon in Te’s hand. “Let’s talk about this de first.”


    Te was surprised a little, then heughed out. “And I thought you were going to show me some real money. So you want to talk about this cheap shit? Okay then, I’ll give you a chance.”


    Angor took the Tang Dao back from Te’s hand. Te frowned a bit, but he did not try to stop Angor. The man was curious to see what this particrly stupid kid was going to do.


    And Angor’s move shocked him for good.


    Instead of “offering a price”, Angor tossed the weapon to Fosah under everyone’s gaze.


    Fosah hurried to catch the weapon with a nk expression. He had no idea what just happened.


    “... What’s the meaning of this? Peasants helping each other?” Te scoffed.


    “I’m reasoning with you,” Angor said.


    “What reason? Where’s your offer?”


    Angor only smiled. Even Dave began to chuckle and ced a hand on Angor’s shoulder.


    “Man, he’s either deaf or blind,” Dave spoke, “you already showed him the ‘reason’.”


    That angered Te a little. He realized that this kid was referring to something different by mentioning “reason”.


    “I see. So, you want to help those two?” Te was losing his patience.


    “Not at all. As I said, I’m being reasonable,” said Angor. He extended a hand to Fosah. “Fifteen crystals and the Tang Dao is yours.”


    Fosah was still not sure what was going on, but he reacted quick enough and ced the money in Angor’s hand. Since Angor meant to sell him the weapon, he would not let the chance slip.


    Next, Angor picked out two crystals and handed them to Dave while putting the rest into his own pocket.


    “What the heck are you doing?” Te grimaced.


    “Reasoning, duh. They came first, you second. I agreed to sell the weapon to them, and I’ll keep my words no matter how much you pay. That’s how my reason works,” Angor said.


    Te looked at Dave. “Hey, you. You’re letting an outsider decide for you?”


    Dave shrugged without speaking and pretended that he was staying out of this.


    “So, 20 crystals aren’t enough? And you’ll join these peasants against me? Hah! You’re just a lowly worker in the shop, no? I bet Master Prome will fire you for good when he hears about this.”


    “Fire him? Of course not.” Another voice came from the door.


    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...” Te 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 Te’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 weed his teacher inside.


    Prome’s action pped Te’s face really hard. However, when Te thought about how the stupid kid took the ie 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 exin, 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 Te this time. However, since Angor was the one opposing Te, 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 Te 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, Te would not call people “peasants” now.


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


    Fosah hesitated a little and nodded.


    “I... see,” Prome was not sure how toment 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.


    Te 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.”


    Te pointed to Fosah. “I think you should ask HIM. Say, if he has enough money, will he care about whoes 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 Te’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. <i>Hey brother! I’m trying to help! What gives??</i>


    Angor’s words also caught Te 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.


    Te 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 de 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 d he did not say anything like that or that would be so embarrassing.


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


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


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


    No wonder the clerk “dly” epted two magic crystals for the weapon.


    Te 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 Te. “Okay, I finished telling my reason. Now it’s your turn.”


    He handed the scythe to Te.


    “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.”
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