Seeing a big man act so sheepishly was genuinely a bit eye-watering.
Knuckle and Shoot were Morel's disciples, but they weren't actually close with Dafifi.
Witnessing Dafifi react like this, even if they were shocked enough for their eyes to pop out, they didn't dare show it.
So, they simply pretended not to see, keeping any unusual emotions off their faces.
Morel wasn't so polite. Looking at Dafifi, he ribbed him, "When did you become so girly?"
Hearing this, Dafifi shot him a glare and shot back, "You don't know anything!"
Then, he turned to Law as if basking in pleasant sunshine, his expectant expression completely unconcealed.
As for that fantastical jerky, Law naturally still had some.
It was because it preserved so easily that Law had brought back a large quantity, considered a specialty from the Dark Continent.
That name alone spoke to its value.
Dafifi didn't know the jerky came from the Dark Continent. However, having lived deep in the mountains for years and eaten wild game for decades, he had his own standards.
But he couldn't identify what meat the jerky was made from. He only knew the taste was superb, far surpassing any high-grade game.
Precisely because he understood the jerky's preciousness that he acted so awkwardly.
"I do have some," Law said.
Dafifi's face instantly lit up with joy.
"But there's not much left," Law continued. Then, right in front of everyone, he directly took out a piece of jerky about the size of a cup's mouth from his Kuro's space.
Seeing Law produce a piece of jerky from thin air, Morel, Knuckle, and Shoot were all stunned.
'Spatial ability?'
Among the people Morel knew, there was an ability user named Knov. His [Hide-and-Seek] was a rare spatial-type ability.
Also, Morel's disciple Shoot's ability, called [Hotel Rafflesia], also had some spatial properties.
So, the trio of Morel, Knuckle, and Shoot weren't unfamiliar with spatial-type abilities, but they clearly understood such abilities weren't common.
Dafifi completely missed the strange expressions on Morel and his disciples' faces… his eyes were fixed solely on the piece of jerky Law produced.
However, he didn't reach out to take it rashly. Instead, he said seriously, "Name your price. I can't take it for free."
Last time, he was lucky enough to taste jerky given by Law, but that was in exchange for fish soup.
This time, he absolutely wouldn't take it without payment.
"No need. It's just a small piece of jerky," Law said, shaking the jerky slightly at Dafifi.
"That won't do. Trading money for goods is right and proper," Dafifi insisted, clearly a man of strong principle.
Morel and the two watched Law and Dafifi, their gazes lingering on the small piece of jerky in Law's hand.
They thought to themselves: 'It's just a piece of jerky, is it worth being so solemn about?'
Seeing Dafifi's attitude so firm, Law nodded and said, "Alright. I've never sold this jerky before. A rough estimate... I'll take ten million Jenny from you."
For Law, ten million Jenny was truly pocket change, insignificant.
Moreover, he thought Dafifi was a decent fellow and had taught Buhara. Giving away a piece of jerky wasn't a big deal.
However, he saw Dafifi had strong principles, so he went along with it.
'Wh... what?'
Morel, however, was dumbfounded.
Knuckle and Shoot's jaws dropped.
'Ten million jenny? For that cup-mouth-sized piece of jerky? That's outrageous!'
A flurry of question marks practically materialized above the trio's heads. They all looked at Dafifi.
Yet, to their astonishment, Dafifi readily agreed.
"Good. The price is very fair."
'Fair!?'
Morel and the two were at a loss for words.
Dafifi couldn't conceal his delight, his eyes twinkling slightly as he continued, "Um, can I buy a few more pieces?"
Hearing Dafifi's words, Knuckle and Shoot could no longer restrain themselves, looking at Dafifi with a somewhat disrespectful gaze.
That look... was akin to looking at an idiot.
Soon, the two realized it was improper and quickly restrained themselves.
After all, in terms of seniority, Dafifi was their elder.
Morel's broad jaw dropped, revealing a large mouthful of white teeth in surprise.
He had known Dafifi for many years and truly hadn't known Dafifi would splurge so much money on food.
Furthermore, he was well aware of Dafifi's usual lifestyle, which is inseparable from wild mountain game at every meal, so his demand in this area shouldn't be that intense.
Usually, Dafifi was only interested in seafood, hence he often exchanged game with Morel for seafood.
Their friendship had been built up over many years just like that.
If Dafifi were spending money on seafood, Morel could accept it. But it was for a tiny piece of jerky.
Upon deeper thought, Morel suppressed his surprise and began to carefully examine the jerky in Law's hand.
'Judging purely by appearance, the color was dull, there's nothing special. But it actually made Dafifi spend a fortune to buy it, so it must possess unique qualities.'
Facing Dafifi's request, Law shook his head and refused, "I told you, there isn't much left."
"Alright," Dafifi said, full of disappointment. "Give me your bank account number. I'll transfer the money now."
"Just transfer it to the publicly available account for the Lawlin Museum," Law said.
Dafifi understood. He took out his phone, directly transferred ten million to the Lawlin Museum's account, and noted the reason for the transfer.
He was acquainted with Buhara, so he knew the famous Lawlin Museum was Law's asset and that Law was someone who didn't lack money.
'Lawlin Museum...'
Morel, however, gained some clarity, 'So Law was the owner of the Lawlin Museum. No wonder he was willing to invest money in implementing the [Beach Project].'
Starting it was easy… maintaining it was the real challenge.
So many panda stations, so many employees… just thinking about the monthly maintenance funds and operational costs was daunting.
So, this was also one of the reasons Morel admired Law.
Now learning Law was the boss of the Lawlin Museum, he also understood that for Law, that massive expenditure wasn't a big deal.
Knuckle and Shoot also knew of the Lawlin Museum. Or rather, within the Pro Hunter Circle, almost everyone knew of the Lawlin Museum.
Many Pro Hunters chose to sell items acquired during their travels through the Lawlin Museum to obtain a considerable sum of money.
After Dafifi paid, he received the jerky as if handling something worth a fortune. Then, under everyone's speechless gaze, he gently tore off a single shred of meat, then two, then three.
He then offered the torn shreds to Morel and the other two.
Morel tentatively accepted his. Knuckle and Shoot, seeing their master take a shred, also took theirs.
"Let me be clear first, this is all I can share with you," Dafifi stated seriously.
"..."
Morel and the two were struck speechless.
'Seriously? It's just a shred of meat.'
With that, they each placed the pitifully small shred into their mouths and began to chew.
Instantly, the expressions of all three stiffened.
For some reason, the flavor transmitted from their taste buds to their nerves seemed to transform into two sentences within their minds.
Small in stature, great in power!
Slender and short, yet potent and robust!
Just that tiny shred of meat actually churned up colossal waves on their tongues, releasing an indescribable layering of flavors.
"What... what is this?!"
Knuckle couldn't help but shout out.
That reaction, combined with his prominent pompadour hairstyle and face that gave off a strong delinquent vibe, was utterly full of awkwardness.
At least, that's what Dafifi thought.
Little did he know, his own reaction back then hadn't been much better.