3 Million Death Points Rich: Danger

"Measer. Since there's a chance you might die, I'm willing to round it up to 2,900,000 and give you a random manual for free."

As she said this, she pulled out a huge book that was almost half her size and dumped it on the counter, creating dust every where.

Tyrion immediately frowned. 

"Gene 101? One out of 1,000,000 becomes a Chemist using that manual, it is basically useless anywhere!" 

"Don't sell yourself short, you might be the lucky one and once you become a Junior Chemist, not even Thunder Temple would dare to mess with you."

"Since How about this, if you sell me the Ultimate treasure, I might consider adding a few amount to it."

Tyrion's face immediately turned indifferent and his crimson eyes glowed with intense killing intent as he reached fir the blade handle his back. 

"How did you know about that?"