Master Moyun

The man stared at Moyun with shining eyes, feeling that this boy was his angel.

Then his angel continued, "But we have conditions."

What happened to the angel they promised? So he really did have an ulterior motive.

The man felt as though his heart had suffered an enormous blow. He could not even speak, only looking at Moyun with questioning eyes.

Moyun's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled.

"One course of treatment costs fifty million Beli."

"What?! You're here to rob me, aren't you? Fifty million Beli is insanely expensive!"

The man shouted in frustration. He was just an ordinary merchant.

Forget it. Wasn't it just getting rid of Dream Addiction? At worst, he would do it himself. He wanted to go home right now!

Moyun started putting on an act again.

"Do you think it's a little expensive? Don't look down on this mere fifty million. It can save your life!"

He spoke with fervent passion, pouring all his feelings into it.

When it came to making money, Moyun and Nami had an astonishing amount in common.

"Do you even understand what these fifty million mean to you? Do you think I care about the fifty million? What I care about is whether I can save a life!"

Moyun made himself sound selfless and devoted to helping others.

Sabo, standing nearby, fought hard to hold back his laughter and nearly burst out laughing.

Moyun's words left the man utterly dazed. He even felt that if he did not pay the fifty million, he would die the very next second.

Seeing that he seemed to be wavering, the man hesitantly asked, "So... how many courses of treatment will I need?"

"I don't know. That depends on how deeply affected you are. I really didn't expect you to care