Chapitre 115: Anti-Mana Potion

*Ding*

[Scan complete]

[Item: A rusted piece of metal]

[Type: Garbage]

[Worth: 0]

Shiro's lips twitched. He wanted to beat Cusor into a pulp.

"So what do you say? Do you want to buy it for ten thousand gold coins? Pretty cheap isn't it?", he asked.

'I would take ten thousand gold coins instead if I ever had to buy it.', Shiro thought.

At that time blue text suddenly popped up in front of him.

*Ding* 

[Mission]

[Beat the piece of shit who keeps on spouting lies (Cusor) into pulp.]

[Rewards] 

1] Satisfaction of the host 

2] Satisfaction of the system 

[Accept] /[Reject]

"…"

'Gladly, but not now' Shiro thought and the screen in front of his eyes disappeared.

"Excuse me." Waking Shiro from his daze was Cusor's crisp voice.

"Yes?"

"So, are you buying this sword?", Cusor asked.