Marcel carefully picked up the glass container, spinning it in his hand as he examined the shine of the powder inside. A sly smile spread across his face, like that of a man who had just made a great deal. He placed the container on the table, opened one of the drawers below, and then pulled out a small black leather backpack.
He placed it on the table with a dry sound and opened it. Inside, there were four level 2 crystals, sparkling with an intense light, each worth the equivalent of ten common magical crystals. Additionally, there were five smaller, loose magical crystals, still valuable. A total of 45 magical crystals. I kept my face impassive, but inside, the satisfaction of a net profit of 35 crystals filled me like fire.
"Here's your share," he said, pushing the backpack in my direction.
I grabbed the backpack, quickly checking its contents before carefully tying it around my waist. Before leaving, I looked at Marcel with a calm smile and said:
