Chapter 11: Fury (2/2)
The first boy peered around and sauntered towards the counter, and the other two followed like good sidekicks. ”Is this the magic shop?”
”Yes,” Kady replied, gazing at the three fatties.
”So the news was correct.” The boss fatty muttered and turned towards Kadyn. ”Do you have any Speed Increasing Potion?” he asked.
”Potion service is unavailable for the time being.” He replied. 'What will you do with Speed Increasing Potion anyway?' he glimpsed at the protruding bellies. 'No matter how many potions you use. You won't be able to run with that stomach.'
”What, you don't have?!” the boy glared at Kadyn as if he would eat him at the next second. ”I should have known that Lower Town can't have any decent magic shop. What a waste of time.”
Kadyn frowned, hearing humiliating words for his shop. However, he remained silent. ”I want a dagger with an earth elemental formation. Do you have it?” he asked in an arrogant tone.
The lines on Kadyn's forehead increased from hearing his words. But Kadyn remained calm. ”Sir, right now, there are only two services available: Practice Room and Meditation Room.”
”What, there are only two services available?” the fatty slammed over the counter. ”Then why are you calling this trash, a magic shop? Have you ever even seen a magic shop?”
”You…”
”Anyway what is the price to meditate in one hour?” just when Kadyn was about to burst. The fatty said. ”I would like to check out.”
Kadyn took a deep breath and calmed himself down. ”For one hour, you need to pay two hundred dollars.”
”Two hundred dollars?'' The boy blinked a slack jaw at Kadyn, then burst into a peal of disgusting laughter with his two companions. ”Two.. two hundred dollars...ptttff.”
”What's so funny about it? Tell me I also want to laugh.” Kadyn couldn't help but lose his temper a bit.
All the three fatties stopped laughing while the big fatty stared at Kadyn. ”You son of a whore wants to laugh with me? Who do you think you are?!!” he suddenly cursed, and Kadyn's face darkened and fury built inside his heart. ”Two hundred dollars? Even beggars in front of my house earn a hundred times more than this, and you want to laugh with me?”
”Pow!”
Kadyn swung his hand and a sound of a slap echoed, and the fatty stumbled back, gazing at Kadyn in disbelief.
”How dare you?!!” he roared, covering his red, swollen cheek with his hand, and red drops of blood dripped from the corner of his thick lip.