"A Mythic-tier item?" Graham froze in shock. His eyes narrowed as a powerful aura erupted from his body. "What do you mean!? Are you joking!?"
He hadn't expected Merlin to be so arrogant as to demand a Mythic-tier item from him. It was downright insolent and infuriating.
Merlin remained calm. No matter how angry Graham was, the man wouldn't dare attack him. If he did, it would only provoke everyone's disapproval and backfire on him.
"I'm not joking, Lord Graham. I did say a Mythic-tier item. What do you think? This exchange is fair, isn't it?" Merlin smiled faintly.
He wasn't a fool. A single drop of blood from a ninth-level monster was incredibly powerful and rare—even surpassing legendary or mythic-tier items.
Of course, Mythic-tier items themselves were divided into several categories: common, rare, and extremely rare.
