Despite his lazy appearance and rude treatment, he was a genuine fan of the game. Presented with such a valuable and mysterious card, his blood flowed in reverse.
"Apologies, something went wrong with the process," he said, subtly putting the card in his pocket and presenting the other. "I'll give you one hundred gold as compensation."
However, nothing escaped Julius' piercing eyes. The boy's face contorted in an ugly grimace as he understood the man's intentions.
"I highly suggest you give me the card. You don't know who you are trying to steal." He said in outrage and fear. For him, trying to steal something from his big brother wasn't different from a suicide attempt.
"Take the gold. It'll be better for both of us. It'll be your words against mine if you complain." The student snickered, his voice contemptuous.
Upon hearing the words, Adam smiled in amusement. "Oh? The words of a dead man won't matter much."
