Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Heath and Carlisle nodded in agreement and then hurried to Dragonville Hotel.

The hotel wasn’t in the center of Riverland but 120 miles away in Dragonville.

It was already 3:00 am. when they arrived at the Dragonville Hotel.

The hotel was a six–story private establishment that could be considered luxurious even by Riverland

standards.

Outside the hotel, a group of carefree young men were smoking cigarettes.

Hank had introduced Heath and Carlisle to Bob during the car ride.

Bob was a businessman born in the 1970s. He owned a hotel and an electronics factory.

Hank had interned at Bob’s factory after graduating from college. He was later fired by the manager

because of his alcoholism.

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Back then, Bob personally called Hank to apologize and invite him back to

At the time, Hank was young and proud. Unable to take the slightest insult, he refused Bob’s offer. However, he found Bob to be a nice person and promised to help him in the future if the company had any problems with networking and software.

So they kept in touch and occasionally got together to play The Legendary Tale.

Bob liked to play games and had formed a moderately successful guild in the game. He had once offered. to buy top–of–the–line equipment, such as the Heavenly Sword, at high prices on the forum. However, such items were rare and difficult to obtain, even with money.

As the three of them approached the hotel entrance, a skinny young man with dyed yellow hair and a cigarette in his mouth approached them.

“Long time no see, Hank!” he greeted, offering Hank a cigarette from his pack of Sobranie.

Hank lit the cigarette. “Where’s Mr. York?”

“Follow me.” The young man glanced at Carlisle and Heath, then turned to lead the way.

They were taken to a luxurious suite on the third floor, where the air conditioning was set to a low temperature. Bob was dressed in silk pajamas as he smoked on the couch.

The young man knocked at the door. After two puffs, Bob stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and got

up to open the door.

“Mr. York…”

“Hank… You’re here!” Bob greeted them warmly. “Come in and sit down!”

They followed Bob into the room.

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Bob smiled and asked, “Where did you get the equipment?”

After playing The Legendary Tale for almost four years, he couldn’t believe that Hank had been lucky enough to come across the Heavenly Sword and the Memory Ring at the same time.

“It dropped from Chaos Hero,” Hank admitted truthfully.

Bob laughed heartily. “That guy was flaunting the Heavenly Sword all over the place. He got what he deserved, huh?”

The Heavenly Sword should have been his to begin with. However, the seller changed his mind and sold it to the Makers of Chaos guild leader instead.

“Do you know him, Mr. York?” Carlisle asked.

Bob’s eyes shifted to Carlisle.

Hank introduced him to Bob. “This is Carlisle, the one who took down Chaos_Hero!”

Bob chuckled knowingly. “You used cheats to defeat him, didn’t you?”

“Chaos_Hero” was a big spender. Even without the Heavenly Sword and the Memory Ring, not many

people could stand up to him in a fight.

Besides, Bob knew how good Hank was with a computer. It wouldn’t be weird if he created an overpowered cheat.

“Yes, the cheats are mine!” Hank admitted openly.

“Then let’s see the goods.” Bob walked over to the computer by the window.

Heath logged into his account.

Bob examined the equipment, his eyes sparkling with excitement. With these two items, his guild would NôvelDrama.Org content.

surely soar to new heights.

“Name your price!” Bob said, trying to control his excitement.

“Two…”

Carlisle interrupted Hank. “150 thousand dollars!”

Heath and Hank looked at Carlisle in surprise. They had agreed on a price of 200 thousand on the way to the hotel. They wondered why Carlisle had suddenly reduced it by 50 thousand.

Bob smiled slightly. “I’m not sure the developers will confiscate the equipment after this blows up.”

“Let’s be friends, how about 100 thousand?”

Heath and Hank felt their hearts sink. They were sure they could have sold the equipment for 200 thousand dollars. Carlisle had just cut the price in half, and they couldn’t understand why.

Bob nodded in satisfaction. “Fair enough, 100 thousand it is. I won’t ask for a refund, even if the developers take the equipment back.”