March 7th immediately frowned, her tone filled with obvious suspicion:
"So you tampered with the data and secretly buffed Homu, which is why its HP and defense are so ridiculously overpowered, right?!" (?_?)
But Stelle did not care about that at all. The moment she heard that such a powerful Aether Spirit had been given to Hook by Sampo, she instantly perked up.
"Bro, you said we were family, right? Since we're family, do you still have any Aether Spirits like this? I want one too." (Puppy-eyed look)
Cion also went right up and grabbed one of Sampo's hands.
"Bro, even though this is our first time meeting, I felt you were especially approachable the moment I saw you! Do you still have Aether Spirits like this? I'll buy one at a high price." (Puppy-eyed look)
Sampo's entire body stiffened, and the awkward, ugly expression on his face became even more exaggerated as he frantically waved his hands in denial.
"Ah, but family, that Aether Spirit was a limited edition. There's only one in the entire world. Even if you want one, Old Sampo can't get another."
"Tch, then never mind." ×2 (?_?)
The moment they learned there were no more Aether Spirits, Stelle and Cion's attitudes took a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.
Sampo could only scratch the back of his head sheepishly, secretly breathing a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I managed to bluff my way through that.
Then he hurriedly turned around and resumed hawking snacks and local specialties, though he was clearly distracted this time.
Before long, Sampo disappeared from their sight.
The view returned to the arena.
On one side of the arena stood the orange Zombie Destrons, while on the other were Herta Spicys carrying bombs on their backs and constantly rushing forward to self-destruct.
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