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Bonesword, still holding the book, coughed a little bit as a bag of cash somehow found it's way onto the desk. Another cough followed, and another bag of cash hopped onto the table. He coughed again, this time actually keeling over, and two bags of cash flew up onto the desk. Bonesword looked up at the desk and noticed the cash on it and paid no mind to it. 

Every time Bonesword coughed, he was really using his powers to fling a bag of cash he had been saving and hiding so he could spend them later. Where did he get them? Only he knew, and that was gonna stay that way. The only clue was that they came out of Bonesword's shirt.

The amount of cash on the desk in front of him was definitely great. Without a need to eat or drink, a limitless supply of paper, and a single weapon that couldn't be replaced, Bonesword didn't have a lot to spend money on aside from flower pots and writing utensils. As such, he had a good horde of cash saved up, and this was one of the few times he was willing to spend it [i]all[/i]. He was determined to get this book, and just to make sure...

... one more cough, and two more bags of cash.