Dog Eyes Look Down on People

The contempt on the attendant's face deepened. If the shop rules had not forbidden driving away customers or verbally insulting them, he would have been unable to stop himself from sneering at these paupers. Being poor was not their fault, but poor people coming to browse a Potential Alliance battle beast shop ranked among the top three in Sunlit City was a little too overestimating themselves.

Did these country bumpkins, who knew which backwater they had crawled out of, really understand battle beasts?

Did they really have the money to buy battle beasts?

If they were told that a mature Golden Flying Dragon with quasi-Heaven-rank strength cost as much as a million, they would probably faint from fright, wouldn't they?

The attendant did not speak harshly. Instead, he employed a verbal trick, winding around to mock them. "You have very good eyes, honored customers. This battle beast egg you are looking at is indeed an exceptionally fine battle beast. I trust you also know that we of the Potential Alliance are not the sort of black-hearted shop that butchers its customers. On the contrary, fair prices and conscientious trade are our shop's service principles. If you can purchase a Golden Flying Dragon, then I will certainly use the full extent of my authority to give you this excellent battle beast egg as a gift. You should know that it is one of our local specialty battle beasts—the Gray Sparrow Stork, whose flying speed nearly matches that of a Golden Flying Dragon."

"Gray Sparrow Stork? I reckon I heard of that somewhere in them parts." Like a complete country bumpkin, Fatty Hai scratched the back of his head, a guileless smile unlike any he had ever worn before appearing on his face.

"Probably about the same as a Scarlet Fire Crane."