Karl sighed as he saw the expectant looks on the other Immortals faces, and brought out a few more Peerless Grade items that weren't geared toward warriors.
"Fine, but only because I'm weak to puppy eyes."
The Immortals laughed at his reluctance. They knew that he was only putting on an act, as he was going to make an obscene amount of money from these items.
Even if he was reluctant to sell them all today, he was still going to making money on them.
At this point, they all knew that if you waited too long, someone would scoop up what you wanted. So, the only viable strategy was to either find a buyer and get the money asap, or to beg and borrow every cent you could, buy the item, then pay your Clan back.
And this was going to be a big debt, unless they could find something to trade.
"Oh, that mage collar... uh... maybe not. I'm not wearing that in combat."
