Chapter 4: Negotiation
Cail had already taken out the wooden box and placed it on his bed. He examined the ring and looked for any features that might hint that it was valuable.
"There's nothing," Cail murmured. It still looked ugly. Neither fashionable nor elegant in the slightest.
But then, he noticed something else. There were numbers inside the ring.
6 0 0 0 0 0 0
"What's that? Does it correspond to the metal used?"
Then Cail's eyes widened. "Wait... I don't remember seeing that earlier. When did it appear?"
"Maybe my myopia's just getting worse," he muttered, brushing it off. Deorc was still rambling in the chat.
Deorc: Are you playing with me? You're a dealer right? Are you selling it or not?
An: I'm selling it. But you're being stingy. Don't think I'm some clueless sucker.
Deorc: Fine. Tell me how much you want it for.
Cail stared at the persistent Deorc. This guy... What's he trying to do with that ring?