Watching the old man vanish into thin air, Igaram spoke gravely.
"Fifty billion a year? He might as well rob us! Your Majesty, even if this bottle of wine is real, its normal price would only be four Devil Fruits."
Devil Fruits were rare, but as long as one had enough money and offered a high enough price, there would always be some lucky soul short on cash willing to sell.
One trillion... that was several hundred times the normal price!
"He is robbing us..."
Cobra was no fool. As a capable young king, he immediately understood what the other party meant.
This time, the man had come to trade with the Elixir of Immortality. If Cobra refused this deal, the next time would not be so polite.
The man had not even given him a chance to negotiate. He had forcibly left the wine behind, then departed at once.
That action had made his stance clear.
There was no room for bargaining.
Looking down at the Elixir of Immortality in his hand, Cobra fell into thought.
How was he supposed to resolve this trouble?
The other party wanted money. As long as he paid, his life would at least not be in danger. That much could be seen from the man's choice to trade with the Elixir of Immortality.
"That man isn't even afraid I'll default on the payment..."
Cobra rubbed his forehead, his face full of frustration.
Igaram suggested, "Your Majesty, you could seek help from the World Government."
"We can't act rashly. If the World Government gets involved, things will only become more troublesome."
Cobra shook his head.
The World Government was not some free bodyguard, either. At its core, it was no different from Yamamoto Genryusai—both were after money.
Every year, Alabasta paid as much as