Chapter 622 - Ore Market (2/2)

The young man picked at his ears.

”We set the price, you buy. If you don't want to buy, then don't.”

Kaela grit her teeth, her rage palpable. If it wasn't for the special gloves she seemed to be wearing, her nails might have already drawn blood from her palms.

”Does Sarrieth think that just because he promoted to blue belt that he can do whatever he wants now?!”

The young man smiled slyly. Yet, despite the fact he didn't give a verbal response, his entire demeanor seemed to scream: 'Yea? And what are you going to do about it?'

”I'll remember this well, Nigmir. Your King of Ores faction can forget about buying any Crafts from my Polished Glass faction!”

The young man was stunned for a moment before he began to laugh uproariously. He laughed so hard that one would have thought that he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

He wheezed, only managing to calm himself after taking a large gulp of water.

Almost immediately afterward, in striking contrast, his expression became bitingly cold.

”Do you see how many people are outside waiting to trade with us?” Nigmir all but growled these words out. ”Your pitiful faction only comes here twice a year so you have no idea that the prices have been like this for over a week already. Yet, do you see any of them running away from it?

”You think you can use your weak trash of a Crafting faction to pressure us? What is the best weapon you can even provide at your best? Tier 4?

”If I trade enough Ores, I can lay hands on enough Tier 7 treasures to outfit every Captain of the King of Ores faction. Who the hell do you think you are?!”

Kaela glared back, matching Nigmir's gaze. At that moment, a hair scrunchy that kept her hair in a pony tail seemed to come alive, dancing with flames. But in the end, she chose not to attack.

She turned away, fury lighting her gaze.

”Oh, and… Since you seem to like pressuring people, how about this? You can forget about buying Ores from Ore Market, period. Anyone who trades with you will now be an enemy of King of Ores faction!”

Nigmir's voice boomed, spreading across the whole Ore Market, drifting to the ears of everyone.

Kaela's fists gripped tighter, her shoulders trembling slightly. But, she didn't turn back as she continued to walk away.

It was at that moment that a sudden commotion sounded from the outside of the tent.

”Stop! Can't you see there's a line here?! Scram before I help you roll out of here!”

The only response was a muffled groan and a figure flying into the fragile fabric of the large tent, ripping another large hole open aside from its entrance.

The entirety of the Ore Market fell into chaos.