Chapter 90: Schemer’s POV
Meanwhile, in the shadows of his own thoughts, the seller was laughing.
Not the kind of laugh one dared to show on the surface—no, this was a seething, howling cackle that echoed in the deep caverns of his mind like thunder trapped inside a cavern.
His face on the outside maintained its smooth, businesslike smile, ever charming, ever professional, but behind those carefully curved lips, behind those glistening eyes and showman’s bow, was a storm of ridicule and scorn.
These Silver Blade City fools... they never disappoint... it was so easy to fool them... as expected of a backwater lowest territory... people here are dumb as hell... Next time, I’ll be back for more...
He barely held back the urge to clutch his stomach in theatrical glee.
These so-called "Mana Specialists," these "Professors," these respected figures of this pathetic, backwater territory—he would have spit on the ground in contempt if not for the need to keep up appearances.
It took every ounce of discipline not to laugh openly at the absurdity of it all.
Professor Hein, that trembling bag of bones... trying to be dignified and noble while sniffing around for scraps of prestige. He really thought he was being rewarded? Oh, the grandeur of that man’s delusion. And then there’s the new one. Nolan, was it? Stars help me... what a complete idiot... How did he get accepted as a Mana Specialist teacher? Must be the level of the Academy here, eh...
He stared at Nolan with a plastered smile, watching the young professor look down at the egg he had just received—the "Chaos Egg," as the seller had so grandly dubbed it, trying not to snort aloud.
Chaos Egg, my cracked backside. These are Rejected Eggs. Defective. They were tossed aside for a reason.
He remembered the words of his own master, a Peak Mana Specialist Beast Breeder with decades of experience who had inspected these eggs once, twice, thrice.