On the other side of the table, in small boxes, tens of mana crystals, gems, and minerals were stored.
Diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, agates, rubies, opals, pearls, gold, silver, white gold, and platinum, just to name the limited few that Zoemi could recognize.
"Psst... My prince, just so you know, I don't want to pay this old man even a broken copper so it would be much appreciated if you did not waste anything. Please."
"Who do you think you are talking to? I've turned a plain brick wall into a work of art. Sit down and watch."
Zoemi's worried whisper reached Surou's ears and stirred up his pride.
"...also, we will have to talk about... you sharing the story of my life without my permission..."
The blue-haired boy glanced back at the black-haired boy and whispered in muttered in annoyance – although he did not try to clear things out since the made-up story was the reason the old jeweler, Remberu, agreed on Zoemi's outrageous conditions.
