'An act?'
Raylo understood at once.
He had seen plenty of these kinds of schemes at the street stalls in his past life.
Just as he'd expected, after a round of "intense" haggling, the Knight's face filled with "despair."
"Boss, all I have on me is two hundred Golden Dragons. You see, could you possibly..."
"Two hundred Golden Dragons? Sir, you must be joking!"
The One-Eyed Mercenary shook his head so vigorously it was like a blur.
"Three hundred and fifty Golden Dragons, minimum! That's already the friend price! If it weren't for your sincerity and your expert eye, I wouldn't even mention a price this low!"
"Three hundred Golden Dragons! That's my absolute final offer!"
The Knight gritted his teeth, as if making a tremendous sacrifice.
"I'll go figure something out, borrow some from a friend. Boss, you have to hold it for me! I'll be right back!"
