"Grandpa, then we'll be going. When we have money, we'll come back to buy your Contracted Beast!"
Seeing that the old man had stopped speaking, Wesley politely waved goodbye one last time.
"Go, go, go, you two get out of here quickly. I wouldn't sell my Contracted Beast to you even if I ate it myself. Running into you two today is truly bad luck!"
Old Wick stopped pretending. Facing the two penniless brats, he urged them to leave his stall with a look of utter disgust.
Every extra second he had to look at them made him feel that much more miserable!
Waiting until they have money to buy one? The soup will have gone cold by then; go find somewhere cool to stay!
"Hey, you old man, just a moment ago you said you were my own grandfather, yet you flip your face faster than flipping a book!"
Seeing the old man looking a bit flustered and exasperated, Wesley mocked him again.
