Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 30 A massive, rare sword suddenly appeared.

"Heav-Heavenly Sword...

Sean's legs went weak as he gripped the chair with both hands. His eyes bulged in disbelief.

Carlisle's body quivered with excitement. He was so excited that he even forgot to retrieve the equipment. "Damn. It's the Heavenly Sword?" The intecafe owner, who had just cup from downstairs, dropped the cigarette from his mouth onto his chest.

Despite being a heavy spender in the game, he had only heard rumors of the Heavenly Sword and never witnessed it himself.

The tbreathed heavily. Their eyes widened in awe.

"Hurry-Hurry up and grab it, then log off!" The intecafe owner was the first to react. He spoke with a trembling voice out of excitement.

Carlisle snapped out of his daze and quickly seized the Heavenly Sword. He then used a Town Portal Scroll and logged off the game.

Carlisle's excitement couldn't be contained, even after having his second chance at life.

The Heavenly Sword was top-tier equipment, even rarer than the Judgment. The first sighting of a Heavenly Sword on the entire server dated back to 2002.

Even two years later, the Heavenly Sword remained as scarce as dinosaurs.

"We're going to be rich! Carl! We're going to be rich!" Sean, who had regained his senses, vigorously shook Carlisle's shoulder.

The intecafe owner gazed at the two students before him coldly.

The current value of the Heavenly Sword was easily over 100 thousand dollars. If he wasn't the owner of this intecafe, he might have resorted to underhanded means to obtain it.

At such a price, it wouldn't be surprising for someone to resort to theft or even violence.

*Sean, I'm exhausted. Let's head hfirst!" Carlisle rose from his seat and shut down the computer.

Sean was wide awake, buzzing with excitement. He nodded eagerly. "Alright! Let's go!" The owner of the intecafé took out a pack of cigarettes. He offered one cigarette to Sean and another to Carlisle.

Grinning, he displayed a mouthful of yellow teeth and asked, "Boys, are you planning to sell this Heavenly Sword?" Carlisle accepted the cigarette. The intecafe owner hurriedly took out his lighter to light Carlisle's cigarette. To appear unfazed, Carlisle held the cigarette between his fingers and took a drag.

He had learned to smoke from Sean a year ago. Exhaling a cool plof smoke, he fixed his gaze on the Intecafe owner. "What's your offer?" The intecafe owner didn't respond right away. Instead, he lit his own cigarette and took a few drags.

"The value of legendary equipment depreciates rapidly. Last year, it fetched 100 thousand. But this year, it's probably around 50 to 60 thousand." "Bullshit." Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Sean shouted loudly. "Do you really think we don't browse the forums? Several guilds are offering over 100 thousand for the Heavenly Sword!" Sean's outburst startled several teenagers sleeping on the second floor, who woke up abruptly.

"Heavenly Sword?" "Where's the Heavenly Sword?" asked a groggy young man in his twenties with dyed hair.

"Who's spreading rumors? Where did this Heavenly Sword cfrom?" The intecafe owner retorted with a laugh, then shot Sean a fierce glare.

This Intecafe owner had been around the block for a few years. He was covered in tattoos on his arms and neck.

Just a glance from him was enough to intimidate Sean. Sean took a couple of weak steps toward Carlisle. The intecafe owner turned to Carlisle with a smile. "Shall we continue this talk downstairs?" "Sure, let's go," Carlisle agreed and followed the intecafe owner downstairs.

The owner brought the pair into his bedroom. The air conditioning left the room feeling dool. A shiny machete was laid on the floor in the corner. Sean was visibly nervous, constantly swallowing saliva.

Carlisle, on the other end, appeared very calm.

This street already had surveillance cameras installed. Carlisle was m confident that the intecafe owner wouldn't dare do anything rash.

Besides, the intecafe had over 60 computers, amounting to a value of more than 100 thousand dollars. As he observed Carlisle's calm demeanor, the Intecafe owner held him in even higher regard.

He pulled out two stools, "Have a seat. I'll get sdrinks for the both of you!" As the two sat down, the intecafe owner exited the bedroom. Sean immediately asked nervously, Chapter Carl, do you think this guy will try something?" Carlisle shook his head. "Unlikely. His intecafe is worth more than 100 thousand!" Sean breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then how much do you plan to sell it for?"