The young man in white, after a moment of shock, angrily slammed the table in front of him and cursed under his breath, "Bastard." If he hadn't completely figured out the situation before, after hearing the mocking words next door, he was now fully aware that he had been tricked by the other party.
Even though the young man in white had a fiery temper, he wasn't a fool. The Flame Sword was only worth around a thousand gold coins, so buying it for fifteen hundred was already a loss. But in a moment of impulsiveness, he chose to bid competitively, and now he was enraged that the price was raised so high by the other party. What made him even angrier was the wave of snickers coming from the hall below.
