'After all this… you're telling me you don't have the fucking scales?!
You better tell me who has them at the very least'
The dean thought about it for a bit, deciding on whether or not she should've just made Hans's name and let him handle it, or cover for him.
In the end, the weight of offending the night market overwhelmed the weight of offending the Immortal Construction, and she decided to cover for her ally.
That was a wise decision, probably the best in her life since Hans was already close enough to catch wind of those words.
"I am sorry, but I have made a vow of secrecy, and I am unable to disclose the owner's name.
If you give me time to contact them I'll relay the message to them and ask if they want to sell it."
The young man slammed his palm against the table.
"Bam!!"
"This damn woman!! I gave you everything you could ever want, there is only one thing I ask you, spill that name! now!"
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