Chapter 217: Pitiful Sap?

"Young man, could we talk somewhere else?" The old man's gaze never left the egg. It was obvious he was fixated on it. Atreus Lyson didn't actually know what the egg was worth. Still, if it was enough to make this old man willing to trade a Magical Artifact for it, then the egg's value was probably even higher than the artifact itself. "Nope. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here," the Stall Owner said. Seeing that no one seemed eager to trade, he simply pulled out his phone, jammed in...