The Witchs Rebirth - Chapter 183 Artist Bow

The two guys look at me and shrug. Both shrug.

I pulled out a case of Opus cigar and open it. The smell alone would make their mouth water. This was a rare item that witches use to trade. The power and taste made it addictive and it was a staple in any witch household. Most witches only have one problem with it. The item was too rare.

The rolls came from Cuba and were made in small batches. In a year a witch would be lucky to get their hands on a roll or two.

This was probably their first time to see an entire case.

“One box for each of us and you have a pair,” said a guy,

I nodded and pulled out two seal boxes and handed it to them. Then the two miniature cross bow was sent over. I saw the markings and was extremely excited, I knew the marker. Caldwell Hart Colt. This was probably one of his early designed during his university days. It was a pity that he dissipated then again he was fortunate.

Holding to my goods I turn, but then I saw something I least expected to see. It was a dirty charm bracelet with arrows dangling on it. The old tool was use up as the owner probably didn’t know how to use the thing.

The stone were dull and it look like it would turn to dust anytime.

“Hey, I’d like to look at this piece. It’ll go great with the necklace.”

“Too bad the owner doesn’t have the incarnation to active it anymore. His father use his own blood to drain the thing. A sob story you don’t want to hear.”

The man was good he pointed the flaws but didn’t offer a price.

“One roll and we call it fair.” I made a low ball offer,

Well it was sort of reasonable for the item in the current condition it was in. I just happen to know how to use the thing and had items that compliment it greatly but he didn’t know that did he.

There was a long paused,

“Sure, take it before it breaks on me.” said the man, finally,

I look at him funny as I took the item and handed him his roll. The man place it into his pocket. It was that action that brought some old memories I stored away.

“Hey do have a brother name Charles?” I asked as I move away quickly ready to jump if they wanted to do funny business.

“My name is Charles so was my dad. He’s been dead for over a hundred years girly,”

There was a long paused.

“I just met a seer. She had a message to pass over.” I replied,

“Price.”

I paused.