And so, Boss Ford began describing the boy, estimating his age to be around seven or eight.
He told everything without daring to add or omit a single detail, even mentioning to the city lord that the boy had said the plate was being sold for only ten Nature Spirit in Night Valley City—and that was why he ended up selling it for five.
The usually calm city lord staggered when he heard this, calling Boss Ford an idiot before leaving without giving him the chance to ask what the plate really was.
Of course, Ford finally realized he had been deceived by that boy.
Slumping back in his chair, his mind replayed everything that had just happened—how the boy had entered, how he had studied the plate, and how Ford himself had approached with the gaze of a predator looking for profit.
BANG!
He slammed the table hard as the memory struck him again.
"Damn it, I'll kill that brat!" he roared, his voice carrying across to the neighboring shops.
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