"For the Golden Apple you agreed to sell Saine Mage for seventy million Magic Coins, I have objections," Loki said bluntly to Saine via voice transmission.
"Oh?" Saine gave him a surprised look, then turned an inquiring gaze toward Thor.
Thor had likely guessed what his younger brother was saying to Saine. His large face flushed somewhat red.
With Thor's temperament, he truly could not bring himself to go back on his word.
"Then how many Magic Coins do you think would be appropriate?" Saine asked Loki in front of him.
In truth, Loki did not believe Saine possessed the means to produce seventy million Magic Coins.
His change of heart was partly intended to make Saine retreat in the face of difficulty. The other reason was that he wanted to find a more suitable buyer.
Compared to Saine, who was merely a Level-4 Creature and looked utterly ordinary, the Ghost Crow King beside Saine, who had remained quietly low-key all along, seemed far more reliable in Loki's eyes.
There were quite a few wealthy foreign gods. If some Level-6 Creature from another world smashed pots and sold iron, gathering tens of millions or even over a hundred million Magic Coins was not necessarily impossible.
Thus, Loki replied directly, "A deal for anything less than one hundred million Magic Coins is absolutely impossible!"
Loki's demand was truly a lion opening its jaws wide.
If one had a hundred million Magic Coins, they could simply enter an auction and bid. Why bother with this sort of private transaction?
Saine could not help laughing when he heard that. Just as he shook his head and was about to say something, an emerald-green figure suddenly charged straight at him from afar!
"Saine!" The voice arrived before the person did.
With her crisp voice