The devil's horn had been sold for just twelve silver coins.
"That seems a bit low, considering the effort it took to slay the creature," William remarked with a raised brow.
But Hall, ever the practical one, shrugged it off. "Demonic materials are notoriously difficult to work with," he explained, as if it were common knowledge.
"Especially in a place like Border Town," he added with a sigh. Even in the more bustling Snow Wind Fortress, there wasn't much demand for items tainted with demonic energy. People were superstitious or just plain cautious; few would dare to handle or even consider using such materials.
Besides, this horn wasn't even from a purebred demon. It belonged to a lesser, a descendant. To most, that made it even less desirable, lowering its value further. Only a few places, like the Magic House, would be interested in such bizarre materials, and they often paid next to nothing for them.
