Mr. Shrode was left taken aback, seeing how determined the foreign businessman was.

"This much is nothing for the sake of my master."

Mobius flashed an eerie smile, staring at his bleeding hand without even flinching from the pain.

And just as Mr. Shrode said, as Mobius held on firmly to the spiritron vein for just five minutes, his little finger started to regrow visibly.

It took another two minutes before he had a functioning little finger again.

Mr. Shrode was blinking as he looked on, though he soon forced a smile. "See? I wasn't lying, was I?"

"No, you weren't," Mobius replied, chuckling after studying his finger and confirming the effect of the spiritron vein. "Well, how much do you want for it?"

"Five hundred billion. Take it or leave it."

Mr. Shrode wiped his forehead, a greedy smile showing on his lips. "The Lionhearts offered me 400 billion, but I just didn't know that they weren't going to pay. Moreover, you're not Draconian, so you should pay me more to overcome my patriotism." Mobius simply smiled and shook his head despite Mr. Shrode's greedy demand. "Mr. Shrode, it's only thanks to my master, who ensured you could reach Bralog safely... so, how about 500 million instead?"

I'm afraid that's too far for

I'm walking away, and I doubt there wouldn't be anyone in Draconia who would be interested in my spiritron

price I'm offering you, as the price you

you fucking kidding

that Mobius was not

back

Shrode

snatched the spiritron

me a

en

said nothing in turn, simply narrowing his eyes as he watched

the window, and his whole body stiffened. "What..." He was left

"Oh, such a shame..."

gone just then, as Mobius spoke

he sneered viciously even as Mr.

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