Mr. Ghost Hayes came to the Graves Family today, to sell his new product—
an ancient bronze mirror the size of a palm.
The mirror's surface was dusty, unable to reflect a clear face. The back was intricately carved with a lotus and a ghostly face, though it was heavily worn, many areas had blurred into vague patches.
Gerald Graves held the mirror, flipping it over hesitantly.
"Just this worthless thing, worth 150 gold bars?" he muttered, glancing at Mr. Ghost Hayes, "Hey, if you're trying to rip me off, don't expect to do business in Clearwater City in the future."
"How dare I?!" Mr. Ghost Hayes cried innocence, "Everyone knows you're the second master of the Graves Family now. Even with a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare cheat you! This mirror is truly a treasure, I brought it specifically for you to see!"
Gerald smirked: "You obviously wanted to sell it to my older brother, he wasn't interested, and by coincidence, I came, so you showed it to me."
