"Thank you for your patronage," the receptionist said with a bright smile as he took the 300 True Spirit stones from Alex's hand.
Alex wanted to punch the man's face when he saw that goddamn smile.
'Such a fucking rip-off,' he thought to himself. 300 True spirit stones could buy a person a high-grade pill made by the best of the best True rank alchemists. That was including the cost of the ingredients.
And here, he was being sold the recordings of a competition that took place for only 4 separate days for 300 True spirit stones.
This wasn't even an exclusive talisman or something. It was a mass-produced talisman that was likely copied from the original with little regard to the quality of the copy.
The worst offense of these talismans in Alex's eyes was the fact that they were single-use talismans. He wouldn't even be able to sell them after looking through them once.
