"Heh," Lyon smirked as he kept the act. "I see that you are quite shocked, is the money that your parents gave you not enough to buy this amount? You need your mother's credit card?"
Folcre furrowed his eyebrows, "What?"
(Right, no credit card in this place, noted) thought Lyon.
He made a slight cough, "Do you have the capability to make this expense? I'm still going to give the merchant tips by the way."
The merchant clapped furiously upon hearing his words.
Folcre narrowed his eyes as they were sharpened. (Is this a trick? Is he baiting me to buy these worthless junks?). He felt the gaze from the onlookers fall on his figure. Everyone was awaiting his answer. The immense pressure got him producing a thin cold sweat on his temple.
Lyon rolled the bill as he muttered, "It seems like the young noble Folcre is not as noble as he dressed."
