Class Change, Pope!

Following Stark, as if afraid that he would really leave, Isaac grabbed him with one hand and hurriedly said, "Hey, hey, Mr. Stark, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I said something wrong just now. Let me apologize to you first!

"I really want to buy this C-grade two-handed sword."

Stark continued to walk out of the palace.

Looking at this situation, Isaac finally couldn't hold it in any longer, so he directly said, "How about this, Mr. Stark? You name a price, and I'll definitely buy it. I won't talk back!"

Finally, after these words rang out, Stark's footsteps finally stopped. He turned back to look at Isaac and casually said a number.

"5,000 crystals."

The moment he said that, Isaac was stunned.

But in that moment of hesitation, Stark's voice rang out once again.

"Not enough? Then add another 5,000 crystals."

Isaac was completely dumbfounded. He ignored everything else and said, "Alright, deal! 10,000 crystals then!"