Herag glanced at Mayer's outstretched hand but ignored it, instead asking, "Where's the item?"

Mayer's smile froze; he hadn't expected Herag to be so indifferent.

He was naturally displeased, but he dared not provoke Herag and withdrew his hand, saying, "The Heart of Molten Fire is stored in the family's warehouse. I didn't bring it with me."

"Then let's go and get it," Herag said.

Mayer replied awkwardly, "This... Mr. Herag, you've just arrived. I haven't even had the chance to properly host you..."

Herag waved his hand dismissively, "No need for those time-wasting things. I'm here for the Key of Rules. Give me the item, you'll get the Magic Stone, lead the way."

"I..." Mayer hesitated; this completely disrupted his plans, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

Mayer had specially prepared a banquet tonight, inviting the elite of Shahai City.

He originally intended to use this banquet to showcase his relationship with Herag to these people.

But now it seemed Herag wasn't giving him that opportunity at all.

After contemplating for a moment, Mayer nodded and said, "Then let's get in the carriage."

The Farrell Family's carriage was exceptionally luxurious; for the first time, Herag felt the opulence from a carriage.

Inside the carriage, Mayer looked at Herag sitting ahead with his eyes closed in meditation. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Mr. Herag, after the transaction, there's a banquet. Many big figures of Shahai City will be there; many wish to meet you."

"No need. I'll be leaving right after the transaction," Herag replied.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Mayer's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

After some thought, he said, "Mr. Herag, well... Mr. Vernon should have mentioned to you, selling you the Heart of Molten Fire comes with requirements."

"What requirements?" Herag asked directly.

Mayer said, "It's simple. I want to invest and buy some of your shares, representing the Farrell Family to join the Nightingale Commerce Association and the Cheqi Family's Magic Potion business."

"No, you're not qualified," Herag said directly.

Herag certainly wasn't going to let Mayer take advantage of him. He partnered with the Nightingale Commerce Association due to its strength and with the Cheqi Family out of sentiments.

This Mayer wasn't even sure if he could represent the Farrell Family, so what qualifications did he have to join his business?

Mayer just trying to buy shares with some money—things weren't that cheap.

There were currently so many people wanting to invest without having the opportunity.

Mayer continued to persuade, "Mr. Herag can name any price. I guarantee a satisfying price for you, and I could even give you the Heart of Molten Fire for free."

Herag opened his eyes, looked at him, and said, "Did I not make myself clear? You, are not qualified."

Mayer's expression was on the verge of collapse, but he was the kind who bullied the weak and feared the strong, having no courage to offend Herag.

Anger surged within him, clenching his fists.

Mayer held back his anger, forcing a smile, "Mr. Herag is right. That's why I'm here to ask for a chance. If Mr. Herag really isn't willing, the Heart of Molten Fire might..."

Though Mayer's wording held a hint of threat, his tone was particularly deferential, trailing off into a quieter voice.

Herag frowned, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, not at all! Mr. Herag, don't misunderstand me. That's not what I meant. It's just business, after all. Many people want to buy the Heart of Molten Fire, and I have to sell it at a good price, don't I?" Mayer explained.

Herag sneered, "Do you still not understand the situation? The moment I arrived here, selling the Heart of Molten Fire was mandatory."

"But... Mr. Herag, you... please don't make it difficult for me..." Mayer broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Mayer Farrell, you have an older brother and sister, one is a Level 2 Wizard, the other excels in business. Now tell me, if I decide to partner with them, how much of the inheritance benefits will you still get?" Herag said.

Mayer was taken aback upon hearing this. If Herag truly cooperated with his two rivals, he'd lose all advantage.

At that point, he might not receive any family assets, just a morsel of idle wealth at most.

Mayer then realized he had no choice but to sell the Heart of Molten Fire to Herag.

Cooperating with those two would essentially mean shooting himself in the foot.

Herag looked at Mayer, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Do you understand now?"

"I... I understand now." Mayer answered weakly, as if all his strength had been drained.

When Mayer leaked the news about wanting to sell the Heart of Molten Fire, Vernon had approached him.

Upon learning that the true buyer was Herag, these notions arose in his mind.

Mayer knew he couldn't latch onto some bigwigs because he had nothing to show for it.

But Herag was quite fitting—not too high a status, not too low, and happened to need what he held.

This was simply a perfect opportunity.

If he could just draw Herag into his circle, gaining entry, however small, into the business with the Nightingale Commerce Association would elevate his status within the family.

But he never expected Herag had no intention to collaborate, rendering his threat—the Heart of Molten Fire—useless, leaving himself on the receiving end instead.

Once Herag saw Mayer fall silent, he closed his eyes again to rest.

The carriage swayed and eventually arrived in front of the Farrell Family's mansion.

"This way, Mr. Herag." Mayer personally led the way, not daring to cross Herag any further at this point.

Herag followed Mayer into the mansion, winding through twists and turns, arriving at a courtyard on the west side.

This belonged to Mayer's estate, where he stored the Heart of Molten Fire in his personal warehouse.

Upon entering the courtyard, Herag saw a familiar figure watering the plants in the garden.

Misu scooped a ladle of water, gently sprinkling it over the flowerbed.

She wore a slit dress, showcasing her long, white legs unmistakably.

Bending down to water, her curves were accentuated.

Hearing the commotion at the courtyard gate, Misu glanced over to see Mayer bringing in three strangers.

When her eyes met Herag's, she paused, inexplicably finding the young man familiar and endearing, almost forcing her to take a longer look.

Mayer noticed Misu staring at Herag, silently cursing, "That damned vixen!"

When he saw Herag looking at Misu too, something clicked, and a thought occurred to him.

"Mayer, who are these people?" Misu asked.

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