"Kolon Knight, are you joking with me?"
In the room, the attendant's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes carried a hint of malice.
"Well, the Stone of Thunder isn't worth eight thousand gold coins, three thousand, at most three thousand gold coins."
Kolon Emerson spoke, his expression still somewhat guilty.
However, halfway through his words, he seemed to regain some confidence and continued assertively.
But just as he finished speaking...
"Shwoosh!"
An elderly man appeared in the room.
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
"Bang!"
Kolon Emerson's face turned pale, even the Great Knight beside him changed color, instinctively wanting to move, but found himself unable to.
"Kolon Knight, my Habbs Commerce Association is not a place for you to cause trouble. Not even your father, Count Emerson, has the right to make trouble here."
