Following the direction of the voice, Roger and I saw the guy who interfered at the same time. Rocart, it turned out to be Rocart, the son of the Minister of Finance. It seems that coming out today was a mistake. Maybe that guy will vent his anger during the test that day on me.
"Master Rocart, we have already negotiated the price with this gentleman. If you really need to buy an elf, please find another one!" Before I could say anything, Rogge spoke. Although one was just a senior servant, the other was the son of an imperial minister, the heir to one of the three major forces in the entire Kastek Empire. But from Rogge's eyes, he had no ambiguity at all towards Rocart, and his tone of voice was not even a respectful title. Even when he called Rocart Master, the two words were very interesting. (If it was really a respectful title, it would usually be Your Excellency)
"Really? But I didn't hear you guys say the deal was done, right? What do you think?" When Rogge and I regretted delaying the deal for too long, Rocart spoke again. The last sentence he said was to the leader of the adventurer team. However, due to his tone and the shift of his gaze, all the people nearby who were ready to watch the fun dispersed, and at most just watched from afar. It was understandable, who would be willing to get involved in the conflict between the two major forces in the imperial capital for no reason? Of course, except for the adventurers, they had no way to avoid it now.
"This... just now... you see, we are just a bunch of common people doing this for a few dollars..." Seeing their team being sandwiched between two groups of buyers, and both sides looking difficult to deal with, the swordsman leading the team felt extremely panicked.
He knew that almost none of the people making a living in the slave market were easy to deal with, and after the arrival of these two parties, those people dared not even fart, and when the two parties clashed, they would be scared away. The power represented by this was simply not something they could contend with.
So, when the problem was pushed to him, he was completely stunned. What should he do? This was the only question he could think about. And his last sentence actually meant that he and his friends only wanted to make a few dollars and did not want to get involved in the dispute between the nobles, but...
“Okay, very good. Since the owner of the goods said that he wanted to make a few more dollars, then I don’t think you people from the Shalo family would care about such a small amount of money, right? Anyway, I will never give up such a beautiful elf for such a small amount of money, ahahaha…” Rocart, who had just started the conversation, did not allow the adventurer leader to continue talking and directly took over the topic. After a burst of laughter, Rocart spoke again: “36,000 gold coins, I wonder if the Shalo family has that much money? It can’t be a hollow carrot, right? But if you really need money, you just need to beg me. As long as you beg me, I will lend you tens of thousands of gold coins now, but you will have to be my dogs in the future… ahahaha…”
Anger spread among us. Suppressing our anger, Rogge and I stopped the guards who tried to rush forward, as well as the senior swordsman Aof who had been following me. If we acted first, not to mention that the dozen swordsmen behind that guy were not easy to deal with, even if the quarrel spread to the upper level, we would probably be the ones who would suffer in the end.
"37,000 gold coins, we buy it!" After pacifying his subordinates, Rogge raised the price to a new level angrily. Even the price increase was no less than that of Rockart.
"38,000 gold coins..."
"39,000 gold coins..."
"..."
"47,000 gold coins..."
“50,000 gold coins!”
When Rocart suddenly raised the price by 3,000 gold coins and offered 50,000 gold coins, Rogge's face changed immediately. From Rogge's expression, I immediately knew that this should be the limit of Rogge's efforts. Well, it's a pity that I didn't sell those magic crystals and magic crystals first, otherwise, the two of us could at least get more than 80,000 gold coins, and at least we could fight this guy.
Pah, pah, pah, why am I like a jealous little thief now? Why have I lost even a little bit of rationality? I am just a... Suddenly, my eyes fell on Yaruo who was standing next to the box. For a moment, rationality, emotion and morality suddenly flowed in my mind...
"50,000 gold coins, plus 6 medium-sized magic crystals worth 1,500 gold coins each, and 2 large magic crystals. These magic crystals are hard to come by, and I believe these gems will definitely add some color to your future adventures." I felt very sad to add 10,000 gold coins to the price of various colored crystals at once.
But when I saw Yaruo and the others, who were separated by a wooden box but communicating with each other using the strange emotions of the elves, my heart immediately calmed down. Or maybe this is an emotional investment! Whether it is just for Yaruo or for these big elves, I think what I have paid will be rewarded in the end, right
Even on Earth, my boss told me that emotional investment is sometimes more effective than using pure money to suppress it, but the premise is that the investor can still be called a human being and still have some emotions. As for the elves, I think their credibility and emotions are better than humans after all, right
"Use magic crystals and magic crystals? Are you kidding me? If you don't have enough money, are you going to use your master's house to pay off the debt? And then let others auction your master's doghouse?"
"Just now these people have said that they need magic items for their adventures, so we will take them out, and the price we mentioned is also based on the market price. As long as they are willing to accept it, why do you object?" As he said this, Rogge cast an extremely cold look at those adventurers. The eyes full of violent resentment even made me shudder beside him. Scary guy, it seems that I have to re-evaluate Rogge's true strength, or the true strength of the Sack family. Rogge's eyes are simply a pair of eyes from hell, or the eyes of the god of death between life and death in blood and fire.
"Yes... yes, yes... we said it..." The leader, a middle-aged swordsman who looked like a senior swordsman, nodded hurriedly. I saw fear in his eyes, just like the herbivores in nature seeing their carnivorous nemesis. It was almost an instinctive reaction. What a powerful aura, is this the strength that a senior slave can show
"Damn it, who told you to fart? I'm offering 70,000 gold coins, let's see if you dare to compete with me?" What surprised me was that I could feel the murderous aura, but Rockart, who was only a few meters away from me, didn't notice it at all. Except for his servants who were alert, no accidents happened.
"Double the magic crystals, and then I'll add 100 intermediate magic scrolls. I can give you the most suitable ice magic scroll for capturing elves. The black market price is 80 gold coins, but I'll only sell it to you at the market price of 50 gold coins..."
"80,000 gold coins..."
"Add 120 magic scrolls..." When I started calling for magic scrolls, I was no longer so worried. After all, the cost of that thing was pitiful in my eyes.
"90,000 gold coins..."
"Damn it, I'll offer 50,000 gold coins, plus a magic crystal worth 30,000 gold coins, and a magic scroll worth 20,000 gold coins. If you add more, then you can take it away. Damn it..." I couldn't hold back my inner anger. Damn you, I'll make sure you die miserably in the future. Just wait!
"Hahaha, poor bastard, I won't give you so much now. Since you've surrendered, I'll just add a copper coin as a token of my appreciation. Hahaha... Come on, give them the money and take them away..." With almost crazy laughter, Rockart shook his body vigorously in front of Rogge and me. The laughter was so harsh in our ears. If I didn't still have a little bit of rationality, I would almost pull out the folding crossbow and shoot this bastard to death.
"Young Master, I... we didn't bring that much money... Do you think I should go back and get it? It will be quick, just an hour..."
When Yaruo and the elf were desperately thinking that their fate was about to be determined, an unexpected change occurred. It was funny, absolutely funny, the person who intervened turned out to be someone who got something for nothing... Even if he was not, he was now, in the past hour...
“How much is missing…” I paced to the side and hummed softly.
“We’re short of more than 80,000…” Suddenly, Rocart’s servant woke up, and everyone’s eyes turned to me, and then to Rocart’s face…
"It turns out that the son of our Minister of Finance is actually a freeloader. I never expected that. How dare Lord Rocart use such means to trick our Duke of Shalo in broad daylight? I don't know if you did it on purpose or out of instinct? Well, now I think Lord Rocart can leave. Since you have no money, why are you still staying here? Do you lack the money to go home? Although the Duke of Shalo's Mansion is not rich, if you are really so poor, since your father and my master are friends, I, as a servant, should do something to help you, hahahaha..."
"I can go get the money right away. It only takes an hour... No, no, it only takes half an hour..." The panicked Rockart was at a loss. He looked back at the follower, whose face had turned pale. But then again, who would go out with 100,000 gold coins? This was not a small amount of money, and now, all the faults would be placed on this poor follower. May God bless him...
I can’t say anything. In a word, I will never give up. I have been busy for two days to make a living, but I promise that everything will be back to normal soon. It’s almost 12 o’clock now, and I’m crying. . . . . .