"Bethel Abraham was considered a powerhouse even among Angel Kings, only one step away from becoming a god. Information related to him would naturally be exceptionally expensive."
At that moment, Fors could not even tell whether she was still breathing.
After truly understanding the term Angel King and the weight of the information behind it, Fors looked back at the two hundred Gold Pounds she had placed on the scales...
At that moment, Fors deeply realized that Mister Emperor's friendship price might have been discounted a little too ruthlessly.
Should she pay more?
With that thought, Fors gritted her teeth and added another hundred Gold Pounds. As expected, the scales did not tilt toward her in the slightest because of those hundred Gold Pounds.
Noah glanced at the scales in mild surprise, then looked at Fors and nodded.
Not bad. Among all his customers, Miss Salted Fish's trading ethics were outstanding to an almost remarkable degree.
Was this what it meant to be so salted fish that even the author could not think of how to kill her off? She really had something going for her.
The transaction ended, and the mist dispersed. Xiu looked at Fors with concern.
Though she could not see the other woman's face clearly, their long acquaintance let Xiu tell that Fors was in a somewhat heavy mood.
What information had Fors bought in that transaction just now?
"Does anyone else wish to make a trade?"
Klein calculated the time. The Tarot Club should be ending soon, and he was fairly satisfied with the amount of spirituality he had left.
The increase in spirituality from each advancement kept growing. At present, the number of Tarot Club members seemed just right for him...
"Mister Fool, I wish to trade with Mister Emperor!"
Derrick could no longer