A Summons from Hell

Because the shout echoed through the crowd, the pockmarked burly man heard it clearly. His face instantly darkened, and the smile vanished from it.

Wow—

The onlookers immediately stirred. Many people squeezed forward from the back of the crowd.

Word had spread that someone was selling the claws of a wild bear, drawing even more spectators. Yet when they pushed to the front and saw the pockmarked burly man standing within the circle, many of their expressions turned sour as well.

"This guy seems to have some influence in Springwell Town..." Mirai's voice carried through the crowd. Though the place was bustling, no one offered a higher price. Mirai could tell that the pockmarked burly man's standing in Springwell Town was anything but ordinary; ordinary people would not dare overturn his table.

"Heh heh, kid, looks like you still don't understand!" The pockmarked burly man before Mirai had already grown impatient, his attitude far worse than before. "The price I gave you is the most reasonable one. No one will offer more than I do!"

Mirai realized that the pockmarked man seemed more troublesome than he had imagined, and began weighing things in his heart. After all, even the strong did not casually provoke local powerhouses. As an outsider, if Mirai clashed with this pockmarked man, he would likely end up at a severe disadvantage.

However, selling the paws of a wild violent bear for only one thousand gold coins was something Mirai truly could not accept.

Just as Mirai was weighing the pros and cons and preparing to compromise, a clear, delicate cry rang out.

"Hmph, I'll pay two thousand gold coins!"

At that voice, even the pockmarked burly man's expression turned ugly.

As the crowd parted from the other side of the street, a young girl followed several