OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 506: Dimensional Ring II

Chapter 506: Dimensional Ring II



Emir lowered his head.

"That's a steep price for a guy like me... I'll meet you at two fifty."

Mr. King tutted, wagging his finger.

"Two fifty for a piece of this quality? It has memories embedded in it! Imagine the knowledge

it holds. Let's say... three hundred, final offer."

After a moment's thought, Emir nodded.

"Three hundred it is, then."

They shook on it, sealing the deal.

Mr. King's grin widened, satisfied at getting his price, while Emir, who allowed him to get that price, felt a thrill at acquiring something of such potential value.

He already knew what he was going to do with it, or rather, who he was going to give it to. Though he previously planned to have Mr. Player transfer the dimensional item's properties into his shades, the quality he was presented with changed everything.

It simply was too good to destroy, its purpose beyond being a convenient storage room.

"Ye can't be merging that one ye hear?"

Ms. Knight, whose opinion wasn't at all needed, seemed to agree.

Emir chuckled and nodded at her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know; don't worry."

She "humphed" and looked away, a protest to him shooing her off. That only made him laugh more, and most of the others joined him, except Mr. Board and Mr. Bishop, who hadn't said a word since the greeting way earlier.

"Alright, alright, stop laughing at me ye bastards!"

After a few coughs and whistles, the room gradually quieted down. Giving Emir a moment to say:

"Alright, now that we're in the business of expensive-ass purchases, I want a Holy Relic."

Mr. King raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Oh? And what kind of Holy Relic are we talkin' here?"

"A weapon. Something that can do both melee and long range-shoot Aether or whatever else, but also be sharp enough to cut through the usual nasties. Preferably a dagger, sword, or spear-nothing weird like a whip or gauntlet."

Mr. Player let out a low whistle, but Emir wasn't done.

"It also has to anchor Corruption. No unstable ticking time bombs-I need control. And before you ask, the flaw better not be some bullshit like 'use it too much and you die in five

minutes.' I want something manageable. A few hours of side effects? Fine. Organ failure? Not fine."

The room was quiet for a beat. Then Mr. King leaned back.

"That's one hell of a shopping list, Pawn."

Emir shrugged.

"Yeah, well, I like my arms and legs attached to me, you know?"

Mr. King chuckled.@@@@

"It'll cost you."

The room grew even quieter as they took in what he'd said. Eyes scanned his face, searching

for a hint of doubt, but Emir just held their gazes, letting them buy into the image he wanted

them to see.

A formidable force, one not to be trifled with, even when against galactic forces as big as

Templar.

He made sure that none of his words were lies, not exactly at least, and it had allowed him easy passage. They all truly believed him, and though they wanted to ask further questions,

none dared to, knowing that it would be too risky for him to reveal.

So, as if on cue, the conversation quickly drifted to other, lighter topics.

But Ms. Knight, Mr. King, and even Mr. Board kept glancing at him from time to time.

His carefully constructed act from the last gathering was holding strong, and that was exactly

what he wanted.

That was when Mr. Bishop unexpectedly spoke, his voice cutting in coldly:

"Alright, enough chatter. We've spent more than enough time here. Would it be fine to end

the gathering now, Mr. Player?"

"Wasted time?"

Ms. Queen's smooth, silky voice shot back, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Some of us were actually enjoying ourselves."

Mr. Bishop met her gaze with a hardened expression, the two of them staring each other

down. Meanwhile, Mr. King leaned back, chuckling before his face turned serious again.

"Enough, you two. Let's just go gamble, for fuck's sake."

He threw a quick look at Mr. Player, and he gave him a slight nod in response.

"Today's gathering ends here."

Mr. Player's voice boomed out above them all, echoing through the chamber.

"May you all have a pleasurable time..."

With that, the organizer left, his fog settling on everyone like a shroud, as did Mr. Board, Mr. Bishop, and Mr. Rook, leaving only Emir, Mr. King, and the two ladies behind.

That was when, with the others gone, Ms. Knight finally found it appropriate to ask the

question she had been dying to ask a while back:

"I ain't insensitive enough to ask why you fought, but still, I'm interested. Ye think ye'll be

fighting them again?"

Emir paused, then slowly shook his head.

"No... we won't be fighting again for some time... things will be quiet for a while. At least I

hope."