I stared at the vendor for a few moments, watching his expression shift from disdain to genuine interest. Without taking my eyes off him, I raised my arm forward, extending my hand in a firm gesture.
"Tyler," I said with a slight smile.
He blinked a few times, as if reorganizing his thoughts, then accepted my greeting, shaking my hand with a strong grip.
"Victor," he responded, his eyes still analyzing the device on the counter.
As soon as we released the handshake, Victor picked up the instant healing device and twirled it between his fingers, evaluating its structure with a sharp gaze. He smiled, clearly impressed.
"Nice work," he admitted. "I can offer you... eight magic crystals per unit."
I raised an eyebrow and leaned slightly against the counter, crossing my arms. "Eight crystals? No." I shook my head and kept my voice firm. "I'm a student of Miguel."
