Luo Chuan looked somewhat puzzled at the old man, whose expression had suddenly turned solemn. He glanced at the emblem in his hand and the cup clutched tightly in the other, then guessed the reason.
Hmm... Did he take me for some kind of demon of equivalent exchange? Is this shop a dwelling opened by a demon?
Though that was more or less correct, it still felt rather strange.
Rona's feelings were complicated. He felt that coming here had been entirely guided by fate in the dark. This was the only shop on the street with its lights still on; most passersby would probably have felt curious enough to come in and take a look.
The powerful emblem felt as though it could unleash all the energy in his body through it, producing terrifying might. He looked again at the emblem in his palm.
"What is the price?" He lowered his right hand and asked solemnly.
Rona could now be certain that this owner, who looked no different from Common Humans on the surface, was some unknown and terrifying existence. It even made him think of the gods of legend.
He had watched the entire process of brewing the coffee just now, yet he had not sensed anything unusual at all. And yet, after drinking it, this miraculous effect had appeared.
"The selling price hasn't been decided yet. Just give whatever you think is appropriate." Luo Chuan had said selling price, not the price Rona had mentioned, but it seemed Rona had not noticed the difference.
The old man, who resembled an England nobleman, fell silent for a moment. Then he took a red crystal from his coat pocket and placed it on the table. "I think this should be enough."
He then drained the rest of the coffee in