Gate Master Mara stared at Kent like she had seen the rarest breed in existence. Kent's actions just baffle her...
"You do know they will come after you after the auction," she said, looking at the smiling brat who had just angered an entire auction of rich and powerful people.
"You could have let them have the ore. Why go to this length?" she asked, and Kent smiled.
"I need it more than they do," Kent answered, still maintaining his composure.
"What at all do you need a meteorite for? Considering the last time I checked, you are not a blacksmith," she asked again, not understanding how Kent could be this reckless.
"It's true, I am not a blacksmith, but if your opponent is an evil practitioner, you need all the tools to win. Now, I have secured something that will push me closer to my goal.