Evan happily exited the slave market with a decent sized bag of gold. He minorly suggested(Threatened to destroy his business within an instant) that a larger percentage of the loot he had managed to steal from the Calliste family would be given to himself.
Although what he currently had was an extremely small portion of his earnings, he cared not for just the idea of him becoming rich later on when the loot sold eased his mind. His money problems were solved momentarily, as he decided to head back to Fang's Emporium. Taking a good look at fang, he seemed worse for wear.
He clearly wasn't sleeping well or at all. Evan ignored it, since it clearly wasn't his problem, asking instead about his item he asked Fang to hold onto around a week and a half ago.
As Fang went into the back of his shop, the front door opened as another person entered. He was young, around Evans age and wore a uniform which immediately caught Evans attention.
'Is this guy stupid?'
The boy wore a Veridia Academy uniform. As the boy seared around, he walked towards Evan. He wondered why a guy like him would be walking around in such a uniform in the slums. It was bound to cause trouble.
"A-are you the guy in charge here?"
Evan thought about just sending him back outside since he didn't feel like dealing with a random person, but then ditched that idea, now focusing on his uniform as a brilliant idea grew in his head. He walked behind the shop counter and gave the boy a serious look.
"Veridia Academy huh? Quite a big school, now tell me why a rich runt like you would be inside of such a shop?"
"D-dont call me a runt. We're practically the same ag-"
"Sorry. I came here for some… special items I heard you sold."
"I see… Let me see the money."
The young man proceeded to show Evan a bank note. Evans' face turned to a ghostly white as the bank note had 10000 gold pieces written on it.
He quickly checked the validity of the note, confirming it was real. The thing that caught the concern of Evan was the family household.
It seemed he was a noble yet he couldn't recognize the family name. Pushing aside as just another random npc family household name, he smiled.
"Well it does seem you have the proper funds, although barely. What item are you looking for? I can at least get you a semi-grade artifact."
'Screw grade two! I could get an grade four at the very least with this kind of cash!'
"I was mainly looking for a weapon. Something that… can kill someone if needed."
"Well all weapons can do that, but I get where your coming from so dont worry. I don't think we have any artifact weapons but I can definitely get you something that can make a few heads roll. Does that sound all right with you?"
"Yes! When do you think I can get it?"
"Just give me a moment, while i go in the back. You'll have to wait outside." Evan said as he handed back the bank note.
After Fang returned, Evan swiftly asked to be let in the back for shopping and began scouring the area until he noticed a lone blade. It was rusted and a sight for sore eyes. After lifting it, Evan instantly felt its weight. It was a long sword with a weird curvy blade. It reminded him of the Flamberg.
Heading outside to give the sword to the boy, he saw three delinquents harassing him. They were just your ordinary criminals who harassed those they deemed weak. It was a pitiful sight to Evan.
He sighed to himself, knowing if he involved himself he would most definitely lose, but then the thought of those bastards stealing his bank note infuriated him. Inhaling as much air as he possibly could, he shouted for Fang.
The front door of his shop flew off. The delinquents turned their heads as fang, hovering above them, swung his fist down towards them. It reminded Evan of hammering in a nail.
After checking up on the boy, he handed the sword to him as his face was visibly disappointed.
"Dosent look the part does it?" Evan said, understanding his disappointment in the weapon he chose,
"W-what? Its just… not what I really had in mind."
The boy clenched his fists, as torment ran through his mind. He began to think that this was a massive waste of his time, and he would return back home. The thought ate at him as he bit his lower lip.
"Yeah that's fair, but that's also what happened when all One thousand men who died against this sword thought too.
He looked up towards Evans face to see he had a super super serious look in his eyes. Evan gripped his shoulder before making the boy look back down towards the sword.
"This isn't just some ordinary blade. In fact its quite the opposite." Evan said, as it grabbed the attention of the boy.
"H-How so?"
Evan smirked as he leaned up with all his might and brought a clenched fist to his chest.
"This blade belonged to the legendary Black swords man Kiriko!" Evan exclaimed loudly.
"Kiriko? What kind of name is that?"
"It was the name of the man who managed to defeat over one thousand opponents who dueled him! He was quite infamous back in his day and was quite good looking by some accounts. He was an outcast and a loner ever since a fateful incident where everyone died except himself! After a few more trials of courage, power, and lust, he eventually became the strongest duel wielder known to man!" Evan explained with great enthusiasm as it slightly began to convince the boy.
"Duel wielder?" The boy asked.
"Yes! It's said that if both blades are found, the owners will gain an uncontrollable amount of power! Although the other one hasn't been found, you are currently holding one half of the missing key!"
The boy stared down the blade as he took a gulp. The thoughts of power and revenge entered his head, as Evan stared him down.
"So you're gonna buy it or not!? I have a business to run!"
"S-sorry! I'll take it!" The boy said as he handed over the bank note.
As he ran off, Fang leaned over towards Evan.
"Was any of what you just said true?" Fang questioned.
"Not in the slightest." Evan said with a blank face.
Fang smiled along with Evan as he gave him a small portion of the earnings since he didn't rat him out.