“Here you go.” “…Thank you.” With confident shoulders, a gentle smile, and a hand brimming with self-assurance, Han Simin, the very model of a true man, held out the +10 longsword, the remaining fourteen enhancement stones, and the seven gold coins to Jeong Seolah, who was staring at him blankly. Dammit. What a waste. Inwardly, he lamented over the lost profit, but what could he do? It was irreversible, so he had to at least leave a plausible impression. If he had his way, he would have failed repeatedly to pocket all ten gold coins, but then he wouldn’t have been able to complete his quest with Khan. Sometimes, you just have to cut your losses.