"Sir, the value of an eighth-grade weapon is certainly more than thirty merit points. If you took it to a pawnshop, you could probably get fifty. At an auction, you might even get over a hundred. But we're a restaurant, not a specialized weapons dealer, so we can't offer the same prices as the market. I hope you understand." Seeing Bai Yang frown, the waiter beside him cautiously explained.
"Sir, an eighth-grade weapon is of course worth more than thirty military merits. You could probably get fifty merits for it at a pawnshop, and at an auction it might even fetch over a hundred. But this is a tavern, not a place specializing in weapon sales, so our prices can't match the market rate. I hope you understand." Seeing Bai Yang frown, the waiter at his side cautiously reminded him.
Though he had the restaurant to back him up, if a customer got angry and killed him, it wouldn't matter what happened afterward.
Although he had the tavern backing him, if an angry customer killed him, whatever happened afterward wouldn't matter.
"I see..." Bai Yang understood.
"I see..." Bai Yang understood.
That was what he'd thought. How could an eighth-grade weapon be worth only thirty merit points? Fifty points was about the price of fifty lives of King Realm experts, which seemed about right. As for the hundred-plus points it might fetch at auction, that was an inflated price, and only if it found a desperate buyer. It didn't really count.
That was more like it. How could an eighth-grade weapon be worth only thirty military merits? Fifty merits—equivalent to the lives of fifty Human King Realm experts—seemed about right. As for the possibility of fetching over a hundred at auction, that was an inflated price, and only if it