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"This is an antique dueling pistol originally from England. It was made in 1840 and used in the Boer War in 1899. This is the very last existing one and its up for 9,000."  Really, he didnt know what the fuck he just said. All that came off the top of his head but after a while you get used to it.

"Now, tell me why I should buy this for 9,000?" His client told him.

"This is a once in a lifetime oppurtunity, sir. Once Im gone, this deal is void. This pistol is worth 15 hundred. Youre lucky Im even deciding to lower the damn price." Lies lies lies, he got that gun from a gun shop in the city for $60. It wasnt anywhere near the worth of $9,00 let alone $15,00.

"Very good. You said your name was Nathan?" The man said.

"Prescott. Nathan Prescott, thats correct." Actually, no. Nathan Prescott is a name he got from his favorite video game. His real name sounded way cooler. "Nathan" seemed older than he really was which really sold the whole act.

The other man pulled out a briefcase. There were a few clicks until it opened, revealing a whole lot of money.

"Give me the gun first."

"Money first."

"You dont trust me?"

"I dont know you. This is simply a business deal with no strings attached. You don't care about me, I dont care about you. We make the deal and never see each other again. Now give me the money and ill give you the damn gun."

The client was a little taken aback. But in a swift move he did slide the briefcase over to the man.

"Nice doing business with you." He gave him the gun and left.

He was a very convincing man with very pink hair. He felt happy, ecstatic. He loved the feeling of getting money. His name was Natsu Dragneel.

"Man, that guy is really a dumbass." Natsu laughed.