"Ah, now this is something special. We dug it out of the ruins of a Dragon Palace we found in the North Sea Eye of some game.
We put a tremendous amount of effort into bringing it out.
We checked it out. This was a genuine Flood Dragon, and both its level and quality exceeded normal standards.
Even big shots above level 45 would benefit from stewing this dragon into soup and drinking it."
"Speak plainly."
Gu Xi cut off the Black Market merchant's boasting.
"You need to pay more."
"A Flood Dragon around level 35. You can clearly see it doesn't have a BOSS template—it can only be an Elite template at most. It's been soaking in seawater for so long that it's practically dried salted fish, and you still want more money.
The only reason I'm interested is because it's big enough to yield more usable bones.
I don't care about anything else. How about you lower the price some more? I'll offer this much."
As Gu Xi spoke, he made a gesture.
The Black Market merchant immediately shook his head.
"No. That price is too low. It wouldn't even cover the cost of leading my team there. That price is absolutely unacceptable."
"But you didn't lead your team in specifically for this Flood Dragon. You merely brought it back while doing another job, so my offer isn't low.
If I don't buy it, you'll eventually have to dismantle and sell the dragon piece by piece. The longer it sits, the cheaper it will get, and you might not even be able to sell it.
When that happens, you'll earn less than what I'm offering now."
"Still no. There's really no profit for me at that price. How about adding a little more?"
"..."
And so, the two