Chapter 109: Lines Crossed
Veyron's words cut sharp across the field, but Ethan only looked at him with scorn.
"Ten gold coins… and you call me poor?" His voice carried, disdain dripping from each word. "My belongings aren't cheap. Let's see how far you're willing to go. If not—what a shame, Mr. Rich-with-a-disease."
Laughter flickered in the crowd, quickly muffled.
"Ten gold for a contract?!" one adventurer whispered.
"Damn… for me, that's half a year's worth of quests!" another muttered, shaking his head.
Veyron's eyes narrowed. "Do you think I'm poor? Fifty gold. An amount people like you will never touch in your entire life."
Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire.
"Fifty!?"
"By the gods, nobles really are built different…"
"Just to see a slave contract? That's more than I'd make in two years."
Ethan sneered, unshaken.
"Fifty? Hah. You sound even poorer now."
Veyron's aura flared with heat, dust curling at his boots as he snapped.
