hotmtlnovel Chapter 55 Exchange
Chapter 55 Exchange
"You're the kid right?" The wrinkly old man asked, a look of agitation painted all over his face. He looked like a drug addict looking to get a quick fix.
"Uhhh, yes that's me" Guilliman responded with a nod, Mr Silverstein had told him the old man would find him, and here he was.
Though, he couldn't quite understand how this wrinkly old man had found him in this shelter full of thousands of people.
"Good!!! Great!!, how many bottles does your master want this time? 5 like the last time or has the rate gone down?" Seeing guilliman nodd, the old wrinkly man's eyes beamed as he asked Guilliman.
This wasn't his first time, that mysterious person had sent several other youngsters to transact with him. So he knew the deal.
"Hmm 5 bottles of milk-wine?" Guilliman asked trying to confirm they were on the same page.
"Yes, yes, 5 bottles" the old man nodded.
Then all of a sudden Guilliman broke into a cunning smile, all day he had been thinking of the old man's words, at first he didn't want to do it. After all, he didn't know this man or what exactly this deal was.
However, the look of desperation on the old man's face, he looked like he was ready to go above and beyond to get that white rock in Guillimans hands.
"I'm afraid things have gone up old man, the master is asking for 10" Guilliman broke into a bitter smiile as he said. Mr Silverstein had given him the go ahead to trick the old man if he could. So he would do just that.
Who wouldn't like more benefits?
"10? Thats a lot..." the old wrinkly man was dumbfounded, the price had fluctuated a bit throughout these few months, but never had it ever Doubled. It was usually an increase of around 1 or 2.
Did this mysterious man not know how hard it was to make milk-wine of this quality? The wrinkly old man felt some vexation as he prepared to scold Guilliman.
However, he ended up keeping his mouth shut and speaking honestly to Guilliman.
The old man seemed hurt, and to an extent angry at Guillimans assumption that he would trade one white essence stone for 20 milk-wine bottles.
Of course, the things he said were over exaggerated but they weren't so far off.
'Hmm what a shameless old man' Guilliman was stunned by the obvious lie but could only shake his head, he was still in the advantaged position here.
"Tell you what old man, I might be able to lie for you, but you'll have to make it worth my while..." Guilliman looking from side to side as if trying to determine if he was being watched then said.
"I want a powerful echo, nothing too fancy though" Guilliman finally said what was on his mind.
Beasts echos were ranked in a variety of tiers and levels. And what was powerful was determined by the level of the slayer who hunted it.
He didn't specify a rank because to the old man a grand echo might be weak, whatever he thought was strong though was quite okay for him.
"Hmm, I'm afraid that's not possible kid, let's forget the fact that I swore off echoes...if I gave you what I consider powerful you'd run mad on the spot, or better yet, the echo will try to kill you itself" the old man tilted his head at Guilliman and explained.
This was common knowledge for people his tier by assuming this kid was someone the mysterious man just picked off the streets, it made sense that he didn't know.
"Really?" Guilliman was taken aback, he could already use a sacred beast echo at level one he had never noticed any restrictions.
Unless, this man was so strong he could even conceive what he thought was powerful. Maybe even stronger than the Blacksteel lord?
'Sigh...what have I gotten myself into'
Guilliman slowly rubbed his temples, this old man was probably some old monster from outside the shelter. He did not want to be involved in something so far above his level just yet.
"Sigh, so what can you give me old man" giving up Guilliman asked causing the old man to break into a cunning and evilly smile