“Let’s talk to him–first. If his offer aligns with us, we’ll make a deal,” Carlisle tossed the cigarette he had


    only taken one puff of on the ground and stomped it out.


    “I reckon he’ll go Sean suggested, eager to secure the highest possible price for the Heavenly Sword.


    <10 80 thousand dors at best. Should I reach out to potential buyers on the forums?”


    This was a business transaction worth tens of thousands. Ordinary people might not even earn 10


    thousand dors a year.


    Carlisle shook his head. “This isn’t a minor deal. I’m not keen on dealing with strangers.”


    Though they had limited interactions with the inte café owner, they were at least somewhat familiar


    with him. He was more reliablepared to other strangers.


    “Here, have some drinks.”


    The inte café owner walked in with three cans of Coke. He closed the door with his foot and


    handed


    a can to each of them.


    “Let’s get to know each other. I’m Ivan Sanders, but everyone calls me Mr. Sanders.”


    Ivan sat on the bed, popped open his soda can, and smirked sinisterly.


    Mr. Sanders?


    Carlisle was slightly surprised.


    The name Mr. Sanders rang a bell


    Back at Rainville High School, Ivan seemed to be the guy several bullies relied on.


    Carlisle hadn’t met Ivan before. Unbeknownst to Carlisle, the inte cafe’s owner was the infamous


    Mr.


    Sanders, whom bullies constantly mentioned.


    Sean’s grip tightened on his Coke can at the mention of Mr. Sanders.


    “Hello, Mr. Sanders. I’m Carlisle,” Carlisle greeted calmly.


    “Hello, Mr. Sanders. I’m Sean.” Sean’s voice trembled slightly, betraying a hint of nervousness.


    Observing Carlisle’sposure, Ivan’s expression flickered with surprise. “So, you guys are high


    schoolers, huh? Which year are you in? Are you freshmen or sophomores?


    Given his influence, Ivan had dozens ofckeys at Rainville High School. He was a widely recognized


    figure.


    He mentioned his own name in the hopes of instilling a sense of intimidation. Then, he could potentially


    negoffate a lower price.


    “Im a senior, just finished my SATS,” Carlisle replied calmly, hisposure belied his youthful


    appearanceConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    ivan grew even more intrigued by Carlisle’s demeanor. He wondered if Carlisle, had a more powerful


    backer than he himself.


    After taking a sip of Coke, Ivan went straight to the point. “How much are you nning to sell the


    Heavenly Sword for?”


    After a moment of consideration, Carlisle gestured with nine fingers.


    Ivan lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs. He shook his head and responded, “That’s too high.


    Selling the Heavenly for 90 thousand dors is impossible, in spite of its rarity.”


    Sean nced nervously at Carlisle, fearing he might lower the price further.


    On the forums, some big spenders offered starting prices of 100 thousand or more. If they auctioned it,


    they might even fetch 150 thousand.


    After a moment’s hesitation, Carlisle smiled and proposed, “Everyone knows the value of the Heavenly


    Sword now.


    “But I’m willing to be friends with you, Mr. Sanders. You can have it for a friendly price of 80 thousand


    dors.”


    What the heck?


    Carlisle directly reduced it by 10 thousand?


    Sean was stunned.


    The Heavenly Sword, worth over 100 thousand dors, would be sold for only 80 thousand dors?


    In Rainville, current housing prices were typically 170 dors per square foot.


    Second–hand houses likely ranged from 70 to 80 thousand dors.


    This equated to the value of an entire second–hand house!


    Ivan soon realized Carlisle wasn’t so easy to deceive. 80 thousand dors was indeed a friendly price.


    It appeared that Carlisle genuinely sought friendship with him. But it wasn’t easy toe up with 80


    thousand dors on such short notice.


    After a moment of hesitation, Ivan gritted his teeth and said, “Alright, 80 thousand it is. I need to make a


    phone call to gather the funds!”


    ush, I’lle back tomorrow” Carlisle stood up with a smile.


    When Ivan saw this, he immediately said, “No, I must get it today!”


    He feared that Carlisle would seek other buyers.


    “Alright. Try your best to be quick then.” Carlisle sat back down on the chair.


    “It might take a while. In the meantime, feel free to use the Inte upstairs. I’ll set up twoputers


    for you,” Ivan said with a cigarette in his mouth.


    Carlisle and Sean went outside to use the Inte.


    Ivan took out his cell phone and started making calls to gather the funds.


    Two years prior, he had a reputation for being a bit of a rogue, but marriage had mellowed him.


    The inte café was initially financed by his father–inw.


    He nned to borrow some money from his father–inw first.