Chapter 69：Road To Become A Tycoon (2/2)

After an hour or so, Arthur was done with all the cords. The moment he supplied them with mana they would shrink. Faster than the ones the others did. Arthur decided to keep them for now so he wouldn't draw suspicion.

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The next day, Arthur spent another day at school before leaving to meet Mr. Tate. Markus and Amelia tried to invite him again, but he flatly rejected them. He decided to hunt in the golem dungeon again to get some cores before going to Evening Hues district, where Mr. Tate shop was.

People, dressed in all attires, went around going into shops or wearing armor while heading toward dungeons. Arthur followed the main road before taking a turn, another, and one more before he found the shop with a sign of 'Tate'.

Knocking on the door, Arthur went inside. Behind the counter, where Mr. Tate used to stand, were a young man and woman. They were about Arthur's age with similar features, making Arthur draw the impression they were siblings.

”Ah, hello. How can I help you?” The young woman ignored the man beside her and turned toward Arthur.

”Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Tate?”

”Oh, he's working right now. Can I know who you are?”

”Just tell him it's Arthur Silvera, we talked yesterday?”

”Silvera?” The young man interjected mid-conversation, his voice suggesting he did it more out of anger than surprise. Arthur turned his head to see the fury in the man's face.

”You're the leech who's being begging at our doorsteps?” The man walked from behind the counter and stood in front of Arthur, looking him in the eye. Before Arthur could answer, the man was already grabbing him by the collar.

”I don't care what friendship your father had with mine, stop coming here! Our business is already suffering enough!” His words were loud and incoherent, a clear sign of his agitation.

Arthur, on the other hand, was quite calm. He looked at the man and saw the resembling he bore to Mr. Tate, concluding this must be his son who he has never met.

”You bastard!” Before Arthur could answer, a roar shook the shop as the man was sent sideways with a smack on the head. Mr. Tate, clearly agitated, stood in front of Arthur and his son who was on the ground groaning.

”Dad! Why did you do that?!”

The young woman hurried to help her brother, looking at her father with dissatisfaction. Mr. Tate, rage-filled, pointed at the two and spat each word.

”You think you have the right to interfere in my business?! How dare you disrespect my friend's son this much!”

”Friend this, friend that! Isn't it supposed that family comes first?! Our business is dying yet here you are giving away free weapons and armor!”

”You! You!” Mr. Tate was clearly about to have a heart attack, making Arthur feel like he should step in. He held the old man by the shoulder, making him turn to face Arthur.

”They're right, Mr. Tate.” Arthur wasn't offended in the slightest. He welcomed this event so he could establish a proper business relationship instead of one of friendship. Even though he was immensely grateful for having Mr. Tate on his side even against his own family, he still preferred the old man wouldn't hurt his financial situation for him.

”I'm here to pay for the debt, the price of the ten-thousand dollars for the armor and sword.” Prices of the equipment were a lot more expensive, but the ones he had taken from Mr. Tate, his father's old gear, was simply a primitive tier weapon that held no special characteristic.

Within a moment, Arthur sent the money to Mr. Tate's account. Mr. Tate stood there, still unsatisfied, giving his son a look of wanting to beat him to death. Before he could say anything, Arthur continued.

”Furthermore, I'd like to buy another primitive grade armor.” It was time to make some weapons and sell them. Using Mr. Tate's son's words, he didn't want to stay a leech. He would become a tycoon by selling runic weapons.