"Beyonder?" A trace of longing flashed through the one-armed young man's eyes as he asked in disbelief,
"You can make me a Beyonder? I heard that costs quite a bit."
"Oh, it seems you know something about Beyonders?" Sno narrowed his eyes slightly. Seeing his expression, the young man could not help but feel a little afraid, but he still nodded and said,
"My father once recruited two Beyonders and intended for me to become one, so I know roughly how much it costs. Even when the Manswell Party was still around, gathering enough for a single potion would have drained several years of my father's savings..."
That old man's entire fortune as a gang boss was only seven hundred pounds? Sno grumbled inwardly, but then realized he had taken too much for granted. This Manswell Party was merely a criminal gang scraping by in the slums, not some true international syndicate. Its biggest assets were only a few low-end bars. Besides, people in this era generally had little in savings. Having seven hundred pounds put away was already quite decent.
However, he had no intention of dwelling on the matter. He merely tapped the edge of the table lightly and said in an even tone,
"There is more than one way to obtain Beyonder powers. Besides, the value a Beyonder can provide far exceeds the price of a formula and a potion. Therefore, you need not consider what I must pay for this. You only need to consider whether you are willing to gamble your life on it. Oh, right, let me remind you of one thing: since I can make you a Beyonder, I can also ensure that you cannot defect. Include that possibility in your considerations."
The young man frowned as he reassessed the man before him.