He did not have any money, actually. All he possessed were the unused Mana Cores he had collected in the tower and from killing the golems.
A moment later, dozens and dozens of Mana Cores appeared on the desk, their levels ranging from Bronze 1 to Bronze 5. Lian had not absorbed them all; he had not had the time.
Now his intention was to bet them all on himself, a bold gamble on his own strength.
The man's eyes grew dubious at the sight. He had expected to see thousands of gold, not Mana Cores so… insignificant, his expectations challenged by the unconventional offering.
The man composed himself a moment later, his gaze professional as always while he gathered the Mana Cores, making quick calculations. He was estimating a price.
But before he could finish, another Mana Core appeared out of nowhere. It was larger than the others, and the mana it radiated made it glow brightly, a shimmering beacon of power.
