Hearing my generous offer, the hard gazes on me softened. Agent Sugarmite, who was judging me the hardest, was the first to utter, "I am willing to sell. I have two curse cores. One is sky-tier, and the other is an earth-tier, but they both are from rare curselings…"
"Don't worry, I will pay a premium price for each core and your share of the innate curse tool. My accountant will contact you within two days. Get ready to count money till you develop a nasty case of carpal tunnel," I assured the eager agent and then, eyeing the others who were still hesitant, I said, "Please, give my offer a serious consideration. My accountant will reach out to each one of you."
"Young man, are you sure about this? This time around, you were lucky we were here. What about next time?" Matthews asked, seeing me flaunt my ill gotten wealth despite what almost happened.
