Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 150 The Resurrection Stone is in Hand

"Is that it?"

Zhang Zhiwei and Taber both looked at He Songling.

He Songling clenched the Wand of Death and felt the black energy on it tending to be attracted to the black gem on the gold ring. The power from the same origin was transmitted to him through the invisible Qi.

"Yes, it's him." He Songling nodded, then looked at the old grandfather of the second generation Dark Lord: "I'll give you 200 gold coins."

"Tsk." The old man laughed sarcastically, "What do you think this is? This is a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. It is a symbol of family honor. Many officials of the Magic Association begged me to give it to them. Just one look at it is worth fifty gold coins!

This thing is more important than my daughter's life. If it weren't for Taber's face, you wouldn't have the right to talk to me."

"So what do you mean?"

"You have to pay more!" The devil played the role of the guy who charges more money.

He Songling certainly knew that he would not be satisfied with two hundred gold coins. Not to mention the historical value and the honor added to the family, the price of the materials of the ring itself would be worth one or two hundred gold coins.

But He Songling was rich, not sick. No matter how rich he was, he would not allow a sloppy old white European male lion to blackmail him.

The characteristic of human nature is that it is never satisfied. If He Songling allowed him to agree to whatever amount he wanted, he would see that He Songling was anxious and would keep raising the price, trying to control him.

Now He Songling took the initiative and quoted an insulting price in advance, but the old man just sneered and ridiculed him instead of getting angry and telling them to get out. This shows that he is really incredibly poor.

Between these two sentences, the true nature of the devil has been revealed. It can only be said that He Songling, a stupid college student, has become a qualified profiteer after following profiteers like Boss Li, Boss Zhao, Joseph, and Ismay for a long time.

"Okay, how much?"

"Tell me, let me see your sincerity." An old man who refuses to die is a thief. Although the Demon King's family was very poor when he was born, his ancestors had been rich after all. After all, he had experienced a lot and was unwilling to give up the initiative.

"I have to remind you that there are countless people who want to get my family's heirloom ring, not to mention the whole of Britain. If I am not satisfied with your price, it will be difficult for you to see me again!"

"Five hundred." He Songling ignored his nonsense and opened his palm.

"This is the relic of the four founders of the academy!" the Demon King shouted angrily.

"That has nothing to do with me. I am an Oriental and I have never been to school here."

He Songling was unmoved. "There are many people in Europe who are interested in your ring, but they are all collectibles. What's the point of a mere ring like yours? In the current economic crisis, I wonder how many fools are willing to pay you more than 500 yuan."

"If you don't believe it, you can try it!"

"It seems there is no room for negotiation." He Songling turned and walked away, with his back to the master, and flicked out a gold coin with his thumb: "The money to compensate you for your house is enough for you to rebuild a hundred shabby houses like this. You're welcome."

"Ding……"

As the Demon King watched the gold coins flying in the air, many scenes flashed through his mind. There was his childhood, when he was born in poverty, but his parents instilled in him the glory of his ancestors; there was his youth when he was studying and was burdened by his family's reputation; there was his middle-aged age when he showed off his family ring to an official of the Magic Association, but was ridiculed by the official, and he attacked him in anger and was finally thrown into prison.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene in front of the old man's eyes finally overlapped with the real scene after he came out of prison, looking even more miserable, wrapped in a robe that could not cover his body, and returning to this shabby wooden house in the cold wind.

Hungry and cold, without food or clothing, no income, unable to put down his dignity, and his body destroyed by prison. The physical pain was constantly washing over his mind, and he knew in his heart that he might not survive this year.

"and many more!"

The old man called out to He Songling, "Add a little more, one thousand, I'll sell it to you for one thousand!"

"Seven hundred, you can consider it as my apology for damaging your house." He Songling turned his head.

Is this old man sad? Very sad.

But He Songling was not the kind of person who would do charity when he saw others suffering. After all, this was one of the most prestigious pure-blood alien families in ancient Britain. When his ancestors were rich, they also bullied others.

Needless to say, this old man was not a good person in the past, not to mention that he was the grandfather of the second generation Dark Lord.

Now the country is still full of starving people and wars, and the people are living in misery, which is ten thousand times more miserable than the Devil King. He has the leisure time to help the poor people in his own country, which is much better than showing kindness to the Dark Devil King.

"Eight hundred! No less!" There was a hint of pleading in the old man's eyes.

"Deal." He Songling stretched out his hand and used his Qi to take the box containing the ring. It floated in the air. He turned his head and curled his lips: "Taber, pay."

"???" Taber pointed at himself with a confused look on his face: "Me?"

"Yes, what else? You are not interested in this ring?" He Songling shook the jewelry box that was suspended in the air, "It is reasonable for you to pay for it!"

"Hey, I..." Taber almost stretched out his wand to hit He Songling on the head. Who was it that farted yesterday, saying that his money could buy out the entire British wizarding world? Are you just bragging?
"Don't look at me like that. I asked you to help me negotiate the price, but you didn't come to an agreement, right? You only got me a chance to meet and negotiate. Neither of us fulfilled our promises, so we're even."

He Songling spread his hands and said as a matter of course: "The main reason is that I don't have your gold coins. I have pounds and dollars in the bank. I will sign a check and return it to you later."

"Oh, it's useless." What else could Taber do? He could only grab the phoenix's claws with a bitter face. The fire flashed twice, and Taber returned to the shabby wooden house with a purse in his hand.

"Here, a little." Taber's face was full of pain when he threw the money bag. He was just a poor teacher. Although he was powerful, he was concerned about the world situation and never thought of using his power to gain benefits. These 800 gold coins were his salary for almost ten years.

"Okay, thank you very much, bye." The old man didn't say much, took the money and started to chase people away.

Of course, even if he didn't chase them away, He Songling and the other two had no interest in staying in this shabby house any longer.

When Taber left, he stared at He Songling's hand, which had just hidden the jewelry box somewhere, and said, "You can promise that you will let me use this thing after you finish studying it, right?"

"Relax, Brother Taber. As I said before, we are Orientals." He Songling patted Taber on the shoulder. "Let's go and see the boy who wants to make shampoo."

(End of this chapter)