Amber Xiu wasn't exactly an old friend of his, either. They'd had an argument about alchemy more than ten years ago. That was when Amber discovered that there was actually a human whose face was more frightening than his own skull.
It wasn't that Gustavo Flynn was ugly. On the contrary, his features were handsome and refined, and he had the air of a dignified older gentleman.
But he had dark skin, and even when he was expressionless, he seemed naturally imposing. There was a terrifying rumor that he'd once given an alchemist a heart attack just by silently staring at him.
On top of that, Gustavo Flynn's standards for alchemy were so strict they were almost merciless. Many alchemists who had worked under him would tremble at the sound of his footsteps alone.
Quite a few people had privately said that Gustavo Flynn was a lich in human skin, which was why he seemed to radiate a Fear Aura.
When Gustavo Flynn heard Amber's offer of twenty million, he replied without hesitation, "Five hundred thousand."
"Eighteen million."
"Eight hundred thousand."
"Seventeen million nine hundred and ninety thousand."
"You're no fun."
"Who's the one with no sense of fun here? You just knocked off two digits!"
The haggling in front of the castle continued. Alchemy City was so broke it was practically rattling, and twenty million gold coins was a ridiculous opening offer from Amber. But he absolutely wasn't going to lower the price to under a million gold coins. At that point, he might as well turn Allen Watson into an undead.
The soul of a Paladin loyal to the Lord of Dawn was worth a lot. Amber had seen people in the Necronomicon chat group offering top prices for Paladin souls. If the Paladin had been tormented