"These blue sky meras roots are fair trade for your rock seren drops," said a handsome elf with green hair.
"They are not," I replied.
I could feel the irritation and anger, but I don't care. He is Mid-Prime and of average strength among the Primes here. Even if he had been a peak Prime, I wouldn't have cared much.
"My grandfather had said it is fair," he said, and I smiled. "I do not," I replied and walked away from him.
He glared and even took a step toward me, but stopped when he saw everybody watching.
His grandfather is Silver Prime, and I should have been more careful, but I have to stand my ground, because if I did not. The Silver Prime will later eat me alive.
I would have done that for no reason. I hate people like him, who use others to get benefits.
I would have been less angry if he had used his own power to bully me.
