“You followed me all the way here, huh, Cal?” Tan shook his head and looked down. Cal, who was barely 150 centimeters tall, stood there. “Not only that, but you also brought bad luck with your bad mouth,” Tan said as he squinted at Cal’s rocket-shaped hat.
“Hey…are you buying or not?” the newsperson asked as he adjusted his tank top.
“Just name the price. Stop stalling,” Cal, who found a wooden box to stand on, instantly replied, making Tan widen his eyes.
“This kid is worse than I am,” Tan said.
“Information ain’t cheap, kid. This ain’t a playground,” the NPC sized Cal up and down.
“Are you selling or not?” Cal slammed the table loudly. Many pairs of eyes shifted toward them.
“If I knew how he really is…I swear to god, I would not have taken him anywhere with me,” Tan complained.
“Hey! You want problems, huh?” The NPC looked annoyed.
“Yeah…when I grow up, you’ll be sorry. Can an NPC hurt players anyway?!” Cal asked with a high note.