Chapter 586: Chapter 34 Be Patient in Life!_2
Because any persuasion would be an insult to the “warrior’s choice!”
At this ti, respect is all that is needed.
More?
That would an waiting.
Waiting patiently for the last mont of celebration or… “assistance for Jason.”
This was his promise as a warrior!
A commitnt from an older, retired warrior!
"I understand,”
The forr instructor nodded solemnly.
Do you also understand?
What do you understand?
Jason’s cheeks twitched behind his mask.
But Jason, who had had many similar experiences, quickly regained his composure and handled the situation with seasoned expertise.
First, he nodded subtly to the old instructor, indicating that he understood the implication, then, at the right mont, he shifted his gaze, avoiding any further topics that could lead to confusion.
Jason looked at the mbers of “Golden Wind” gathered around him with uncertainty.
"The corpse of a ‘Sabie Alien Assaulter’ is in the refrigerated truck, interested parties can start bidding,”
Jason stated plainly.
Without small talk or beating around the bush.
Jason might bargain, but he was not a true rchant, nor did he have experience organizing auctions.
So, he approached it in his own way.
This left Delbon filled with regret.
This mber of ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ knew very well how a lively start to an ‘auction’ could enhance the seller’s proceeds.
Because it wasn’t just the atmosphere that was affected, but also emotions!
The latter, in an event like an auction, would be crucial!
An identical item, with the support of emotions, could easily yield profits of thirty or even fifty percent over its value, or even double or triple if there were competitive bidders!
And right now was the perfect opportunity!
Everyone knew about the tension between ‘Unyielding Copper’ and ‘Golden Wind.’
Even when facing an attack from external foes, they had barely maintained a superficial peace.
Such a perfect chance it was!
Delbon lanted inwardly but did not utter any words to contradict Jason.
Because he was just a liaison.
And had promised not to pursue any ‘differences in price.’
All matters were to be directed by Jason.
Recognizing his place, Delbon at this ti moved beside Jason and, with a smile, assured the mbers of ‘Golden Wind’ with a clear voice: “The ssage was sent by , so naturally, I guarantee everything, including Lord Jason’s words—I swear upon my na as a mber of ‘Clock Tower’s Ground Reconnaissance Bureau.’ 𝘳АŊо𝖇Ε𝓢
Delbon, with his extensive connections and unique status, offered reassurance, and all the ‘Golden Wind’ mbers who had been startled relaxed.
"I, too, can vouch for Jason,”
The old instructor stepped forward.
His initial favorable impression, combined with Jason’s adherence to the warrior’s style, had already earned his approval.
"And I as well!”
Nosa also stepped forward.
Simply put, if the old instructor vouched for soone, so did Nosa.
The forr warrior, now the leader of Cherry City’s werewolves, was that straightforward.
Imdiately, all the surrounding mbers of ‘Golden Wind’ let down their guard.
The old instructor, whom they all recognized, had a reputation for integrity that was sufficiently reassuring.
Not to ntion the assurance from Nosa, one of their own.
Suddenly, several people stepped forward from the crowd.
The first to co forward was the small, goblin-like creature, humanoid in appearance, dressed in neat work garb.
"Tucker, Tucker exchange for ‘landmine,
The humanoid with green skin spoke in their unique grammar.
As he spoke, he lifted a barrel as tall as himself from the ground where he had just erged.
The re sight of the barrel made the surrounding mbers of ‘Golden Wind’ step back in shock and fear, instinctively taking two steps back.
Obviously, this seemingly ordinary barrel was far more dangerous than it appeared.
Jason looked at the barrel with interest.
Among many ‘foods,’ the ‘flavor’ contained within this barrel ranked highly, though it was unclear what it tasted like.
"We will trade ‘Witch Feather’ for it,”
One of the ladies who had transford from large eagles to human form and were perched atop tree canopies spoke, the leader raised her hand.
A single feather lay upon the palm of her hand, shimring with a tallic sheen under the sunlight, and emitting a subtle fragrance that was far less enthralling than the scent of the barrel.
"Hmph, since when do harpies call themselves ‘witches’?”
A few witches sitting on their brooms scoffed.
The challenged harpies imdiately responded with an unfriendly gaze, but they did not counter the claim.
Even though ‘Witch’ Jennifer was not present there, the reputation of the opposition was enough for these harpies to understand how they should act.
"Lord Jason, we offer a ‘Curse Bag’ in exchange,”
One of the witches, disdainfully looking at the harpies and casually sitting on her broom, took out a cloth bag.
Ordinary in appearance and the size of the woman’s fist, the bag was closed with a jute rope as thick as a little finger, looped through one end of the bag and around the wrist on the other, and at that mont it swung in mid-air, tied to the witch’s wrist, emitting an enticing ‘aroma.’
Undoubtedly, this was the most fragrant of all the ‘foods.’
Jason’s eyes fixed on the ‘Curse Bag,’ contemplating the flavor it might have.
anwhile, the surrounding ‘Golden Wind’ mbers, who were already keeping their distance from the witches, now backed away even further—their speed noticeably faster than when they saw the goblin’s barrel earlier.
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