"Hunes," Renduval muttered. His eyes revealed a slight contempt against the gold cloak alchemist. "What do you want?"
Hunes smirked as he raised his chin a little. "I'm going to the third floor, do you need anything? Not that you can afford anything there, hahaha!"
"Tch!" Renduval balled his fist. "Do you think I cannot afford that silver medal?"
"Oh ho?" Hunes raised his brows. "Do you know what you're talking about, Renduval? What kind of money that you have that makes you think you have the luxury to pay this piece of status?"
Renduval's eyes were glaring as he saw Hunes playing with the silver medal in his hand.
"Oi Renduval."
Hunes and Renduval immediately shifted their glance to the man who was sitting back with his legs crossed. The lazy demeanor that he exuded was undeniable.
(Who is this guy?) thought Hunes as he started to size him up. (He doesn't seem to belong to a rich family but something is off).
