"I'm starting to think we should call you Victor von Moneybags."
Allen leaned back in his chair, hands crossed, his expression unreadable. "Oh? Did you find some massive ore deposit in Zone 19?"
"Not ore."
Victor shook his head. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "Armaments. I want to buy your Crystal Bombs. The 'Big Boy.'"
He leaned forward slightly, enunciating each word. "I reported back to my clan that you used that thing to take out a Second-level Black Wizard."
Allen understood.
"The clan elders saw the combat footage. They said it's a good piece of tech. That kind of rule-based annihilation that instantly changes the structure of matter is perfect for catching an enemy by surprise."
"This time, I'm here on behalf of my clan to procure a batch," Victor said solemnly. "Name your price."
A slow smile crept across Allen's lips.
"Since you've seen its combat effectiveness, the price will naturally have to be updated."
