Chapter 418: The Commoner Marquis of Westermarch Domain, One Man Who Held an Entire Realm

"Twenty grand?" Diego Santee nearly laughed out loud. Cripple Shirvinton really did have a black heart. A busted Iron Bowl, and he still dared to ask for the moon? Perfect. That was exactly the reaction Diego wanted. The moment this old fox started weighing the Iron Bowl's "value," the fish was already halfway on the hook. "Don't make me laugh." Diego snorted, shook his head, and casually tossed the Iron Bowl back into the box. "It's just a piece of junk. Not worth it." That careless attitude...