Chapter 88. Surely a Young Master
The boy spluttered again, shocked. “S-such blatant escalation! You shameless extortionist!”
“Fifteen thousand gold, and I promise, I won’t touch a single poison,” Rhys replied. That much would actually make a significant increase in the gold he’d made from the potato chips; at that level, it might actually be worth it. Not that he’d planned to use poisons against this pathetic young master, but he wasn’t going to put away his ace in the hole without receiving something in return.
“What an absurd suggestion! I would never,” the boy insisted. He leaned in. “Are you serious?”
“Do you have sixteen thousand gold?” Rhys replied.
The boy startled. “You—”
“Hurry up. The price is only going to go up. Seventeen thousand…”
Baring his teeth, the boy hesitated, then drew his sword. “You leave me no choice!”
“Aw, too bad.” Rhys shook his head in disappointment. “I really would’ve put down my poisons for the low, low price of twenty thousand gold—”
“You will mock me no longer! I am more than my father’s money!” the boy roared, closing in on Rhys.
“I’m really not mucking you, I just want a lot of money,” Rhys replied, drawing his broken sword.