Chapter 20: A Day Worth Celebrating
Hearing this offer, anger began to gather in Leon’s eyes.
Mana of this quality, no matter how hard its price was suppressed in the underground market, had never fallen below ten thousand per gram.
The only price lower than this was the acquisition price when Hannah Weisland had slaughtered the completely clueless Rena like a fat lamb.
But the shop owner merely looked back at him with an indifferent expression.
He did not trust the goods this young man had brought, and he was confident that Leon currently had only this single channel through which to sell.
If he could squeeze out a bit more profit for free, he could consider it.
If Leon stormed off in anger, he did not care either—it was only one gram of Mana, after all.
Leon glared at the shop owner for quite a while.
In the end, he slowly suppressed his anger and said in a firm tone: