Could this thing really be something special?
Everyone present was stunned.
They stared at the massive object before them, clearly unable to process it.
It was a structure resembling a yurt, somewhat like the Capsule House Bulma had developed in Dragon Ball.
It stood about five meters tall and ten meters in diameter.
Yet it was steeped in an ancient aura, every inch of it exuding mystery.
"Shopkeeper Qin Yu, is this the training house you mentioned, the one that costs three million per session?"
Makarov was the first to lose his composure.
Faced with this sudden structure, he had clearly forgotten all about Laxus and the Thunder God Tribe.
"Ahem, President Makarov, this is indeed the training house I prepared," Qin Yu said with a dry cough.
"However, let me advise you: if you don't want to start over from scratch, you'd better hurry and bring Laxus back."
"Oh, right. Tell him he's welcome to challenge me anytime. But as a sparring partner, the first time is free. Starting from the second challenge, it'll be one million each time. The more, the merrier!"
Makarov had been somewhat moved by the first half of Qin Yu's words.
He knew Laxus's personality well enough to know that he would refuse to accept defeat and challenge Qin Yu again.
But when the latter half reached his ears, Makarov's old face twitched. He could not help cursing him as a black market merchant before turning and leaving.
Fairy Tail's destructive tendencies had already cost him most of his savings for a coffin.
If he got tangled up with this profiteering sparring partner too, by the time he died, he probably would not even be able to afford a straw mat.
Watching Makarov leave in a flash, Fried merely gave Qin Yu a deep