Veronica wouldn't threaten anyone randomly. But this time, she had to do it.
She put on a poker face and warned the magician to behave.
'The nerve of him. Did he think he was the first scammer I met in my life? I've already dealt with five of them before meeting him,' she thought.
The middle-aged magician realized that he couldn't scam this lady. His complexion changed.
"Mam, you don't have to be rash. What do you have to offer?" His tone was unexceptionally polite. No more cunningness.
After a moment of silence, Veronica gave him a wooden box.
The magician didn't seem to be impressed. Nonetheless, he took the box and opened it.
There was an iron dagger in the box. It was rustic and antique.
The magician played with his long mustache. He spotted Urulas's hand on his sword.
