As Kevin looked at the three-finger-sized bottle filled with crystal-clear potions, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "So, are you saying you are selling this for 1900 units?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Meanwhile, James, feeling the heat of Kevin's scrutiny, was sweating more than a marathon runner. He had deliberately raised the price, thinking this young lad wouldn't know any better. For example, he sold Irista petals worth 2000 units for just 750. Who does that?
James tried to maintain composure, but he couldn't help but feel like a sneaky merchant caught red-handed. Seeing Kevin hesitate, he attempted to salvage the situation. "Well, if you want, I can lower the price to 1850," he offered, hoping to regain some trust.
