Everyone else, apart from the shop owner, let out slightly astonished noises as they heard what he said. Lyrian was the most surprised and even a little offended. He was already in an irritated mood, and now he had to deal with this nonsense!?

"What do you mean you aren't going to sell it?" He slammed his fist onto the counter, leaning forward as he brazenly stared at the old man with furrowed eyebrows. The old man, in a nonchalant and unimpressed expression, looked down at Lyrian's fist, and then back at him.

Lyrian suddenly switched his gaze over to the suited man, who didn't look well. Sweating profusely, he adjusted his collar some more to let himself breathe.

"I--Listen! I didn't know that item wasn't for sale! I just thought it was--" The man was suddenly cut off by the shop owner.

"That it was some old junk that was left in the dust because no one wanted to buy it right?" He said as the suited man gulped.

"Well, you aren't wrong, but you also missed an important part of the equation. This module is a relic of mine. An old friend of mine used it back in the day... I'm not gonna let some arrogant brat take it from me."

Hearing this, Lyrian leaned back. Taking a deep breath, he readjusted his mood.

"Okay... what will it take for you to sell it? Just tell me now." Lyrian calmly said, still staring at the old man.

"I already told you... I'm not selling it." The owner challenged, angering the already pissed-off Lyrian who was trying to control his anger.

'He just won't listen...'

Lyrian allowed his anger to fester a bit too long...

"What is the problem with selling it?"

"I told you, it's a relic. My friend used to use it."

"Your friend? Fine, just introduce him to me. It will be a mutual friendship, and I'll just borrow the thing for free instead." Lyrian boldly stated as the shop owner broke out into a laugh.

"What? Pahahaha! What the hell did you say, brat? Introduce you to him?" The old man continued to laugh, placing his hand on top of his bouncing belly.

"Hooo~ You are a comedian, I'll give you that. Tell me, what's your name?" Lyrian wasn't playing around, and he wasn't going to play into the old man's games either.

"Look, you only have a few options here." He stated as the shop owner acted shocked.

"Either you sell me the thing, or I stay here long enough that you will give it to me for free." The owner seemed to be even more amused by this.

"So you're the one giving demands now, huh? What an entertaining brat." He said, as Alten shook his head.

'What has he gotten us into...'

He cried inwardly. Leon found the situation pretty entertaining though.

"Sir... his name." The suited man quietly said as the shop owner turned his gaze towards him.

"Oh? You know it?"

"Why... yes, of course. Nearly every citizen should know of it. There aren't many MVPs in the academy. Only three, in fact."

The old man was slightly taken aback on hearing this.

"Oh? This kid here is one of the MVPs?" He said, now intrigued.

"Yes... you were probably far too busy to even realize, since you are the director of Wealth Affairs in Anaviotis, after all, but this boy is the MVP of the Yaltas region... His name is Lyrian Theageld."

As soon as the suited man said this, Alten's head darted toward the shop owner like a chicken.

"Director of Wealth Affairs!?"

He exclaimed, shocked at what he heard.

"Oh ho..." Leon chuckled, impressed. The shop owner looked at Lyrian again, but his eyes stayed unchanging. There was no change in his impression of Lyrian at all.

"Grandson of Bralars then, I presume. Hm... boy, what is your goal?" The old man suddenly asked, slightly squinting his eyes.

"W-what? My goal?"

Lyrian wasn't expecting to be questioned about this, but since it happened, he wasn't going to lie.

"To conquer every part of the world."

He directly stated with a blank gaze.

For a second, there was an awkward silence that brewed in the room. Alten cried inside from this atmosphere. The suited man was taken aback by what he heard. And after that second ended, the shop owner couldn't help but break out into a wailing laugh. historical

"Pah-hahaha!"

He suddenly pealed, slapping his knee as his face turned red. The old man laughed his ass off.

"That's just what he would have said! Haha..."

He said, calming himself down.

"He?"

Lyrian questioned, but his thoughts were interrupted as the old man suddenly tossed the minimized BF module at him.

"What? You're giving it to me?" Lyrian said, slightly surprised.

"Not for free."

The old man paused. Lyrian listened intently to what the fat geezer had to say.

"It costs 1,000,000 Riftstones," Lyrian's face suddenly became unamused.

"But! There is one other payment that you can choose to do that doesn't require you to pay me a single Riftstone. I want you to eventually meet that man. After that, the thing is actually yours. Until then, you don't have to pay me anything. If you don't meet him, though... I will find you, and I will get those 1,000,000 Riftstones..."

Lyrian didn't know whether to be happy, confused, or somewhere in between.

"What man? Who are you talking about?"

He said confusedly.

"Well, if I told you, then it would ruin the journey, wouldn't it?" The shop owner chuckled.

"What?"

Lyrian retorted, utterly at a loss for words.

"But I will give you your one and only hint. He shares the same dream as you."

At first, Lyrian wanted to say, 'Same dream as me? Are you talking about some bozo on the street?' But then he looked at the BF module and realized that there actually must have been a person who had the same dream as him, and who also used that same module ten years ago.

"Fine. I accept." Lyrian said.

'Screw that... I have more important things to do.'

He inwardly thought, however.