Reason Puzzle

Tesla's hand twitched a little when hearing Angor's words. He looked at Prome, hoping for a proof.

Prome smiled. "The scythe is enchanted with Rune of Sharpen, a very typical enchantment technique."

Almost everyone in the underground market knew that Prome was a synthesis alchemist. He was clearly trying to tell them that the scythe had nothing to do with him.

Tesla was too surprised to get surprised again now. The only thing he wanted to do at this point was to achieve his goal of buying a weapon. He did not care who the kid was.

"You're the seller. Sell it if you want. Enough with your reason bullshit or whatever," said Tesla as he slammed the scythe on the desk in rage.

Angor was calm as ever. "But you're the one trying to talk reason, right? I placed the weapon in the shop, so obviously, I'll sell it. Look, I just gave it to you."

"Do it fast then. We don't need no reasons!"