"So what do you say?" A brown-haired man no older than 25 said to pensive Noah, and he could only furrow his brows as he fell into thought.
Just as he planned, he had arrived at the establishment that dealt in the buying and selling of dead magical beasts, but an obstacle existed in his way. 'I have to be higher than a rank F to patronize him,' Noah sighed inwardly. However, the young-looking man, who by nature wasn't exactly part of the guild but bore an oath by the guild, decided to make a compromise.
For the chance to patronize him, both would duel, and if Noah came out victorious the young man would have to allow him to buy whatever he wanted with a 5% discount.
A quick inspection of the man's power was all Noah needed to understand that the young-looking individual stood at the peak of the middle-stage.
