Merlin suddenly fell silent upon hearing the request. Then, he shook his head and replied, "I'm sorry, I don't have them."
His words startled Graham. His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura erupted from his body.
"What do you mean? Are you messing with me!?"
His voice rose, thick with murderous intent.
What he hated most were lies. He hadn't expected Merlin to deceive him and make him suffer a loss.
Under that terrifying pressure, Merlin collapsed to the ground. His bones felt as if they were being crushed, and blood began to ooze from his nostrils.
"I really… don't have those items! But… I can trade them for something you'll want even more!"
After saying that, Merlin gasped for breath, as if he had used all his strength just to speak.
Graham furrowed his brow. He withdrew his aura and asked coldly, "Tell me—what is it?"
