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Chapter 353: Trading Market
"You actually found Gheed so quickly?"
Ormus exclaimed in surprise after lifting the thick cloth. In his opinion, finding a Gheed among countless Little People in the boundless Sea of Trees was harder than finding a needle in an ocean. He had only said it casually, expecting the other party to fail and naturally return to give an explanation, allowing him to do a favor and cancel the quest.
He hadn't expected that in less than a month, this Gheed, which he thought was hopelessly lost, would actually be found. Ormus looked deeply at the seemingly unremarkable young Elder before him, gripped Gheed in his hand, suddenly frowned, and then leaned his nose closer to sniff carefully.
"Elder, this sword seems to have a strange smell."
"Don't mind such trivial matters, haha... ahahaha..."
Seeing Ormus actually lean his nose close, I almost threw up and quickly moved two steps away, afraid of catching the Dwarf Flu or something.
"Old Man, I've completed the quest. It's time for me to use the Remote Teleportation, right?"
Since Gheed was indeed handed over to Ormus, I couldn't wait to state my request.
"This... that's certainly no problem, but could Elder wait a few more days?"
Ormus scratched his bald Brain awkwardly, revealing a mournful expression. The original purpose of setting up such an impossible quest was just to stall for a little time, but he hadn't expected the other party to complete it so quickly.
"If it weren't for a reason related to your strange Funny Organization, I think I'd listen." I frowned. This dead Indian A-San couldn't be planning some trick again, could he?
However, I soon realized I had misunderstood him this time. The Indian A-San's excuse was simple and sufficient—the Sorceresses responsible for Remote Teleportation had just completed the Energy Replenishment Ritual for Kurast's Defensive Magic a few days ago. They were currently in a period of Weakness and would need several more days of Effort to recover.
So that was it. Then I'll wait a few more days. I should leave now to avoid being pestered by this persistent Old Man. Just as I was about to slip away, Ormus's gloomy Voice reached my ears.
"Elder, are you really not planning to join our Organization? Actually, someone as talented as you, even if you don't give up your Adventurer Status, could achieve great things in the future just by learning a little..."
"..."
I really wanted to hold this dead Old Man upside down and shake everything In One's Head out. Which of his Eyes or Brain cells saw that I had the Talent of an Entertainer?
But now was not the time to provoke the dead Old Man. I still needed him for Remote Teleportation. If he became unhappy and deliberately made me wait a few more days, it would be very much not worth it. My Eyes darted around a few times, and I immediately turned back with a beaming smile.
"It's impossible for me to learn, but... there is a suitable Candidate..."
"Haa-choo!"
In a corner of the Green Forest Bar, a sudden Sneeze rang out. Phoenix rubbed his Nose and smiled narcissistically, his fair Teeth flashing with a White Light as he smiled.
"It must be some girl thinking of me again. There's nothing I can do. A Man as Excellent Grade as me is destined to incur endless love debts. Oh, God, forgive me, this sinner."
While muttering to himself in self-indulgent Enjoyment, Phoenix waved his Hand, conjuring a Red Rose like a Magic Trick. He held it in his mouth, then knelt on one knee, continuing in what he thought was his gentlest Voice.
"But Oona, please believe me, from beginning to end, only you are in my Heart. No matter how many girls like me, you will always be the only Sun among them."
"Is that so?"
A low Voice, like a roar from a Lion, answered Phoenix. A huge Figure loomed In Front of Phoenix, and he instantly froze like a Mouse seeing a cat. He mechanically raised his Head—standing before him like a small mountain, wearing Pajamas, chewing on a Pipe, with sleeves and pant legs rolled high, who else could it be but that fiendish Boss Lady? And hiding behind her was naturally Oona, timidly peeking out half her Brain to look at him.
"Kid, I remember telling you that if you came again, I'd break your Third Leg."
The Boss Lady looked down at Phoenix, who was kneeling on one knee In Front of her, with the Gaze one would use on an inanimate object. She lightly drew on her Pipe, and a puff of choking White Smoke sprayed from her Mouth, hitting Phoenix's face and making him Cough uncontrollably.
"Today, this old woman will fulfill her promise, pull that thing off you, and then make you work as a Maid at the Tavern. That way, you can see Oona every day, isn't that great?"
Saying this, the Boss Lady, with Eyes that showed no hint of a Joke, extended two Large Hands, sturdier than a Bear's, and grabbed towards Phoenix's Head with one and towards his crotch with the other, like a wrestler.
"Nooo!"
Amidst the Adventurers' laughter, Phoenix's tragic Voice overpowered everyone else, echoing in the Tavern for a long time. Then, with a whoosh, a Figure darted out of the Door like a Mouse...
The next day, the Three-No Princess and I arrived at the Adventurer Trading Market. Perhaps because the freedom of Transaction was greater, this place was more lively and standardized than the Lut Gholein Trading Market. There were no Tables and Chairs, no divisions. On the huge outdoor Platform, Adventurers spread Wooden Boards or rough cloth on the ground, placed the Items they wanted to sell on them, then crossed their legs, or dozed off, or chatted with the seller Adventurers next to them. It was very lively.
After a quick stroll around the Trading Market, I was truly eye-opened. It seemed like everything was here, but most numerous were Life and Mana Potions, and their sales seemed quite good. Is the Potion Drop Rate for ordinary Adventurers really that low? I thought with a bit of melancholy.
Since it was a Transaction between Adventurers, Equipment Transaction was naturally indispensable. Looking around, I didn't see a single piece of Gold Equipment. Most were Magic Equipment, such as Magic Grade Heavy Belts, Magic Grade Scale Mail, Magic Grade Chain Gloves, Magic Grade Advanced Helmets. These were all mainstream Level Equipment in Kurast, with varying Stats. At first, I was quite interested and went up to look at each one carefully, but I quickly got bored. Junk. It was all Junk. This wasn't just a matter of my high standards; it was genuinely Junk. Look at this, +2 Life, +1 Mana, +5% Defense. What's the point of a Belt adding 5% Defense?
However, good things are naturally for oneself. Only when your own Team can't use them do you sell them. Isn't that a matter of course? Thinking this, I felt relieved. But then I became speechless again. White Items, it seemed I saw quite a few White Items for sale, and there seemed to be quite a few buyers.
Seeing this scene, I remembered the first time I saw it in the Adventurer's Weekly, the scene of an entire Adventure Team giggling foolishly while holding a Gold Two-Handed Axe. I suddenly seemed to understand the Meaning behind those smiling faces.
There is no Highlands without comparison. At this moment, I was genuinely so happy with my heaven-defying Drop Rate that I almost fainted.
Besides these, there were also some strangely colored and shaped Items that I couldn't name. In short, they were bizarre and varied, everything imaginable.
After browsing the entire Adventurer Market, it was already afternoon. Having a clearer understanding of the Market, I immediately found a relatively secluded spot. There were fewer Stalls here, and the scene was a bit deserted, but that didn't matter. I was worried that my Stall would be swarmed by Adventurers, so I specifically chose this empty spot.
Marissa, who was also acting as my Assistant, saw me stop and immediately took out an exquisite blanket. With a gentle flick, she spread it on the ground. Well, never mind how good my goods are, just this beautiful blanket alone will probably Attract quite a few people. Chuckling to myself, I set out the Potions. Potions were so popular, and I had so many that they almost didn't fit on my Body, so of course, I had to sell some.
The Light Potions had long been used up by me for Fusion into Rejuvenation Potions. Most of what I had were Light and Medium Potions, with a small Quantity of Large Potions. First, I placed one bottle each of Light Healing and Light Mana Potions on the Stall. Since I have a large Quantity, I'll sell them for a little less than the Market Price. Thinking this, I priced the Light Healing Potion and Light Mana Potion at 50 Gold Coins and 80 Gold Coins respectively, while the Medium ones were 100 and 150.
Then, I put out the Magic Equipment I didn't need. Although the Stats of the ones I picked out were very ordinary, they were much better than those displayed in the Trading Market. This time, Marissa did the pricing. Hmph, otherwise, why do you think I took her to browse the Market? It was to first understand the Market Price, and then fully utilize her precise Brain to estimate the Value of each piece of Equipment and set the Price. It can be said that as long as this Little Squirt is here, I absolutely don't have to worry about being treated as a Sucker.
Although I haven't counted carefully, I definitely have no less than two hundred pieces of Level 20-40 Magic Grade Equipment on Hand right now, and most of them are Excellent Grade. As for the common Magic Grade Equipment below Level 10 and the countless White Items, they were long ago donated as Junk to the Training Camp or thrown at the Weapon Merchant. Even with a huge Storage Box, you can't hold that much Equipment.
After picking out ten pieces of Magic Equipment with ordinary Stats, I stopped. I'll sell them slowly, no rush. If I put out a hundred pieces at once, I'd really worry if those Arrogant Adventurers could resist the temptation and turn into Bandits.
After filling the blanket, I rested my Head on Marissa's Lower Leg and dozed with my Eyes closed. I don't know if it's an illusion, but ever since that Matter, she seems to have become much more well-behaved, no longer as willful or constantly trying to cause me trouble as before. Looking at her Attitude now, she really has a bit of the Scent of a Small Bird leaning on someone.
However, I hadn't enjoyed it for long. Perhaps the blanket was too conspicuous. A Team of Adventurers walked over from a distance, waking me from my daze.
Three Men and four Women, a Team composed of four Class-Changed Ones and three Mercenaries. They didn't feel very Powerful, because generally speaking, unless the Team was missing an important combination, such as Lar's Trio who severely lacked Remote and Magic Attack, Elite Teams wouldn't need to hire Mercenaries starting in Kurast.
"Lord, how much are these things?"
The one who spoke on behalf of the entire Team was a sweet Rogue Archer Maiden. It seems women are born with the ability to bargain! But I won't let you cut the Price again. Yawning, I pointed to the Price tag on each Item, and the Eyes of this Team of Adventurers first landed on the Potions.
They're probably an Adventurer Team of mid-to-low Strength/Power level, I guessed silently. Elite Teams wouldn't lack Potions.
"Eh, so cheap."
Seeing the Price tag on the Potions, the Rogue Maiden couldn't help but exclaim softly, but seeing that there was only one bottle of each, her expression became a little disappointed.
"Lord, are these the only bottles?"
"Of course not."
Seeing that business had arrived, I reluctantly sat up from Little Molly's soft Lower Leg and said to the Rogue Maiden with a serious expression. Guests are guests. Don't neglect the weak, and don't fawn over the Strongest Expert. This is my most basic principle as a Merchant, Wu Fan.
"You can have as many as you want. The Potions on my Body are enough to make all the Adventurers in Kurast drunk for a day."
"Pfft!"
Probably thinking I was joking, the Rogue Maiden couldn't help but chuckle. Make all the Adventurers in Kurast drunk for a day? Leaving aside the fact that Potions can't make you drunk at all, even if they could, how many Potions would that take? There are at least over a thousand Adventurers in Kurast combined. Roughly calculated, that would require at least tens of thousands of bottles. Even if you owned the Mage Guild, you probably couldn't produce that many.
Seeing the disbelief in the Rogue Maiden's Eyes, I didn't explain further. Anyway, however many you want, I'll take them out.
The Rogue Maiden excused herself and went back to discuss quietly with her Teammates. After a while, they finally made a decision. Then she turned back and smiled sweetly at me.
"Lord, we would like 50 bottles of Light Life Potion, 30 bottles of Light Mana Potion, 10 bottles of Medium Life Potion, and 10 bottles of Mana Potion. How about this?" As she spoke, she showed a nervous expression, as if afraid I couldn't produce them. After all, such a cheap Price was unprecedented.
"No problem."
I readily agreed. Amidst the seven people's stunned Gaze, I poured out a large pile of red and blue Bottles from my Inventory with a whoosh, then picked out the Quantity the Rogue Maiden wanted and handed them over, giving two extra bottles of each for good measure.
"You are my first Guests, so I'll give you a few extra bottles for free." I winked at the cute Rogue Maiden. She reminded me of the Rogue Encampment, and of Velas and the others.
"7400 Gold Coins. Hmm, or 5 Chipped Gems would also work, and I'll give you a few more bottles."
The Rogue Maiden quickly took out 5 Chipped Gems. I smiled and gave her two more bottles. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, cute girls really are popular! No wonder the Team let her handle the Transaction.
"Thank you, Lord."
The Rogue Maiden happily put away the Potions. She had already decided that the other party must be the legendary Super Elite Adventurer Team. Only such a Team could produce so many Potions to sell, and even give extra ones away without caring. Thinking of this, the Rogue Maiden, being a Mercenary, had a few hints of Admiration and Admiration in her Eyes. Elite! When would her own Team be able to add that glorious Imprint in front of its Name?
Since she had determined that the other party was the legendary Super Elite Team, the Rogue Maiden naturally wouldn't miss out on other things. The Equipment brought out by such a Team should be better than what was displayed at other Stalls, right? When her Gaze turned to the ten pieces of Magic Grade Equipment, her large, sparkling Eyes, which always seemed to shimmer, could no longer move away.
It wasn't just a little better; these were completely mainstream Level Main Equipment in Kurast! (Adventurers generally call their best and most frequently worn Equipment Main Equipment, while slightly inferior ones are Backup Equipment.)
"L-Lord, are these really... really for sale..." she said with a slightly trembling Voice. The Rogue Maiden seriously suspected that these pieces of Equipment were just the other party's Main Equipment, displayed to Attract business.
"Of course!"
I shrugged my Shoulders. If they weren't for sale, was I putting them out to sunbathe?
"Peder, Peder, come quickly and look, good stuff, it's really good stuff..."
Seeing the other party's Eyes, which didn't seem fake at all, the Rogue Maiden quickly called out to the Team, shouting somewhat incoherently. Equipment was simply too precious for Adventurers who only had one Life.
"Oh God, this is..."
A tall Adventurer in the Team, who looked like a Paladin, probably the one named Peder, came over, took the Magic Grade Double Axe from the Rogue Maiden's Hand, and took a look. He immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"Guest, this Double Axe comes with % Enhanced Damage and +6 Fire Damage Stats. It's very suitable for a Class like yours. However, if you are a Paladin, I suggest you look at this one..." Saying this, I picked up another Crystal Sword and handed it over.
"The Crystal Sword is lighter than the Double Axe, and its Attack is just as good. Look, the +1-4 Cold Damage Stats attached to it are most suitable for a Paladin like you who Commands the Battlefield."
After the Paladin took the Crystal Sword, his Eyes couldn't move away. In the early stages, Equipment with Cold Attack was undoubtedly the Excellent Grade among all Stats, and thus had an extremely low Drop Rate. Adventurers generally used Socketed Weapons inlaid with Blue Gems to obtain this valuable Stat. In other words, this Crystal Sword was equivalent to the Value of a 1 Socket Crystal Sword + 1 Cracked Sapphire.
The Paladin was excited, but he didn't forget the Team as a whole. After carefully examining the ten pieces of Magic Grade Equipment and discussing, they seemed to have finally made a decision.
"Senior, we want this one."
Gritting his Teeth, the Paladin pointed to the Crystal Sword I had just recommended. The Price tag of 30000 Gold Coins made his Eyes red, not because the Price was expensive—this Price was already very cheap—but because for this Sword, he had taken out more than half of the Blood Money the Team had accumulated over several years.
Senior, that address is interesting. I chuckled a few times inwardly. If he knew that my Level was actually higher than the so-called Senior, I wonder what he would think.
Taking the 3 Chipped Gems from the Rogue Maiden's Hand, I saw the Paladin's reluctant Appearance as he looked at the other Equipment. I suddenly had a whim and picked out a piece of Magic Grade Scale Mail with +4 Vitality from among the few pieces of Magic Grade Equipment and handed it to him—your Gaze keeps falling on this Scale Mail, your Thoughts are all written on your face.
"You are the first batch of customers, so it's a buy-one-get-one-free promotion, how about it?"
"This... how can this be... Senior's kindness, we appreciate it, but I cannot accept it." Looking at the Scale Mail I handed over, the Paladin swallowed hard, but the Adventurer's Dignity immediately made him Refuse.
"Just for that 'Senior' you called me, it's fine. Isn't it a matter of course for a Senior to give a gift to a junior? If you still feel bad about it, then please remember me, remember that there was once someone who gave you Scale Mail. Maybe one day, I'll need your help?" Patting the Paladin's Shoulder, I said with a smile and then forcefully stuffed the Scale Mail to him.
He stood there stunned for a long time. Finally, the Paladin looked at me deeply, seemingly genuinely trying to remember my Appearance, and then bowed.
"Senior's gift, Peder will bear it in mind."
"Giving it away like that, doesn't it hurt?"
Seeing the seven figures walking away, Marissa, who had been keeping her Gaze on her Book, suddenly spoke. She seemed not to understand why I, the Rogue's Third Stingy, had suddenly become so generous.
"That depends on who I'm giving it to. If I think it's worth it, then it's worth it."
"You actually found Gheed so quickly?"
Ormus exclaimed in surprise after lifting the thick cloth. In his opinion, finding a Gheed among countless Little People in the boundless Sea of Trees was harder than finding a needle in an ocean. He had only said it casually, expecting the other party to fail and naturally return to give an explanation, allowing him to do a favor and cancel the quest.
He hadn't expected that in less than a month, this Gheed, which he thought was hopelessly lost, would actually be found. Ormus looked deeply at the seemingly unremarkable young Elder before him, gripped Gheed in his hand, suddenly frowned, and then leaned his nose closer to sniff carefully.
"Elder, this sword seems to have a strange smell."
"Don't mind such trivial matters, haha... ahahaha..."
Seeing Ormus actually lean his nose close, I almost threw up and quickly moved two steps away, afraid of catching the Dwarf Flu or something.
"Old Man, I've completed the quest. It's time for me to use the Remote Teleportation, right?"
Since Gheed was indeed handed over to Ormus, I couldn't wait to state my request.
"This... that's certainly no problem, but could Elder wait a few more days?"
Ormus scratched his bald Brain awkwardly, revealing a mournful expression. The original purpose of setting up such an impossible quest was just to stall for a little time, but he hadn't expected the other party to complete it so quickly.
"If it weren't for a reason related to your strange Funny Organization, I think I'd listen." I frowned. This dead Indian A-San couldn't be planning some trick again, could he?
However, I soon realized I had misunderstood him this time. The Indian A-San's excuse was simple and sufficient—the Sorceresses responsible for Remote Teleportation had just completed the Energy Replenishment Ritual for Kurast's Defensive Magic a few days ago. They were currently in a period of Weakness and would need several more days of Effort to recover.
So that was it. Then I'll wait a few more days. I should leave now to avoid being pestered by this persistent Old Man. Just as I was about to slip away, Ormus's gloomy Voice reached my ears.
"Elder, are you really not planning to join our Organization? Actually, someone as talented as you, even if you don't give up your Adventurer Status, could achieve great things in the future just by learning a little..."
"..."
I really wanted to hold this dead Old Man upside down and shake everything In One's Head out. Which of his Eyes or Brain cells saw that I had the Talent of an Entertainer?
But now was not the time to provoke the dead Old Man. I still needed him for Remote Teleportation. If he became unhappy and deliberately made me wait a few more days, it would be very much not worth it. My Eyes darted around a few times, and I immediately turned back with a beaming smile.
"It's impossible for me to learn, but... there is a suitable Candidate..."
"Haa-choo!"
In a corner of the Green Forest Bar, a sudden Sneeze rang out. Phoenix rubbed his Nose and smiled narcissistically, his fair Teeth flashing with a White Light as he smiled.
"It must be some girl thinking of me again. There's nothing I can do. A Man as Excellent Grade as me is destined to incur endless love debts. Oh, God, forgive me, this sinner."
While muttering to himself in self-indulgent Enjoyment, Phoenix waved his Hand, conjuring a Red Rose like a Magic Trick. He held it in his mouth, then knelt on one knee, continuing in what he thought was his gentlest Voice.
"But Oona, please believe me, from beginning to end, only you are in my Heart. No matter how many girls like me, you will always be the only Sun among them."
"Is that so?"
A low Voice, like a roar from a Lion, answered Phoenix. A huge Figure loomed In Front of Phoenix, and he instantly froze like a Mouse seeing a cat. He mechanically raised his Head—standing before him like a small mountain, wearing Pajamas, chewing on a Pipe, with sleeves and pant legs rolled high, who else could it be but that fiendish Boss Lady? And hiding behind her was naturally Oona, timidly peeking out half her Brain to look at him.
"Kid, I remember telling you that if you came again, I'd break your Third Leg."
The Boss Lady looked down at Phoenix, who was kneeling on one knee In Front of her, with the Gaze one would use on an inanimate object. She lightly drew on her Pipe, and a puff of choking White Smoke sprayed from her Mouth, hitting Phoenix's face and making him Cough uncontrollably.
"Today, this old woman will fulfill her promise, pull that thing off you, and then make you work as a Maid at the Tavern. That way, you can see Oona every day, isn't that great?"
Saying this, the Boss Lady, with Eyes that showed no hint of a Joke, extended two Large Hands, sturdier than a Bear's, and grabbed towards Phoenix's Head with one and towards his crotch with the other, like a wrestler.
"Nooo!"
Amidst the Adventurers' laughter, Phoenix's tragic Voice overpowered everyone else, echoing in the Tavern for a long time. Then, with a whoosh, a Figure darted out of the Door like a Mouse...
The next day, the Three-No Princess and I arrived at the Adventurer Trading Market. Perhaps because the freedom of Transaction was greater, this place was more lively and standardized than the Lut Gholein Trading Market. There were no Tables and Chairs, no divisions. On the huge outdoor Platform, Adventurers spread Wooden Boards or rough cloth on the ground, placed the Items they wanted to sell on them, then crossed their legs, or dozed off, or chatted with the seller Adventurers next to them. It was very lively.
After a quick stroll around the Trading Market, I was truly eye-opened. It seemed like everything was here, but most numerous were Life and Mana Potions, and their sales seemed quite good. Is the Potion Drop Rate for ordinary Adventurers really that low? I thought with a bit of melancholy.
Since it was a Transaction between Adventurers, Equipment Transaction was naturally indispensable. Looking around, I didn't see a single piece of Gold Equipment. Most were Magic Equipment, such as Magic Grade Heavy Belts, Magic Grade Scale Mail, Magic Grade Chain Gloves, Magic Grade Advanced Helmets. These were all mainstream Level Equipment in Kurast, with varying Stats. At first, I was quite interested and went up to look at each one carefully, but I quickly got bored. Junk. It was all Junk. This wasn't just a matter of my high standards; it was genuinely Junk. Look at this, +2 Life, +1 Mana, +5% Defense. What's the point of a Belt adding 5% Defense?
However, good things are naturally for oneself. Only when your own Team can't use them do you sell them. Isn't that a matter of course? Thinking this, I felt relieved. But then I became speechless again. White Items, it seemed I saw quite a few White Items for sale, and there seemed to be quite a few buyers.
Seeing this scene, I remembered the first time I saw it in the Adventurer's Weekly, the scene of an entire Adventure Team giggling foolishly while holding a Gold Two-Handed Axe. I suddenly seemed to understand the Meaning behind those smiling faces.
There is no Highlands without comparison. At this moment, I was genuinely so happy with my heaven-defying Drop Rate that I almost fainted.
Besides these, there were also some strangely colored and shaped Items that I couldn't name. In short, they were bizarre and varied, everything imaginable.
After browsing the entire Adventurer Market, it was already afternoon. Having a clearer understanding of the Market, I immediately found a relatively secluded spot. There were fewer Stalls here, and the scene was a bit deserted, but that didn't matter. I was worried that my Stall would be swarmed by Adventurers, so I specifically chose this empty spot.
Marissa, who was also acting as my Assistant, saw me stop and immediately took out an exquisite blanket. With a gentle flick, she spread it on the ground. Well, never mind how good my goods are, just this beautiful blanket alone will probably Attract quite a few people. Chuckling to myself, I set out the Potions. Potions were so popular, and I had so many that they almost didn't fit on my Body, so of course, I had to sell some.
The Light Potions had long been used up by me for Fusion into Rejuvenation Potions. Most of what I had were Light and Medium Potions, with a small Quantity of Large Potions. First, I placed one bottle each of Light Healing and Light Mana Potions on the Stall. Since I have a large Quantity, I'll sell them for a little less than the Market Price. Thinking this, I priced the Light Healing Potion and Light Mana Potion at 50 Gold Coins and 80 Gold Coins respectively, while the Medium ones were 100 and 150.
Then, I put out the Magic Equipment I didn't need. Although the Stats of the ones I picked out were very ordinary, they were much better than those displayed in the Trading Market. This time, Marissa did the pricing. Hmph, otherwise, why do you think I took her to browse the Market? It was to first understand the Market Price, and then fully utilize her precise Brain to estimate the Value of each piece of Equipment and set the Price. It can be said that as long as this Little Squirt is here, I absolutely don't have to worry about being treated as a Sucker.
Although I haven't counted carefully, I definitely have no less than two hundred pieces of Level 20-40 Magic Grade Equipment on Hand right now, and most of them are Excellent Grade. As for the common Magic Grade Equipment below Level 10 and the countless White Items, they were long ago donated as Junk to the Training Camp or thrown at the Weapon Merchant. Even with a huge Storage Box, you can't hold that much Equipment.
After picking out ten pieces of Magic Equipment with ordinary Stats, I stopped. I'll sell them slowly, no rush. If I put out a hundred pieces at once, I'd really worry if those Arrogant Adventurers could resist the temptation and turn into Bandits.
After filling the blanket, I rested my Head on Marissa's Lower Leg and dozed with my Eyes closed. I don't know if it's an illusion, but ever since that Matter, she seems to have become much more well-behaved, no longer as willful or constantly trying to cause me trouble as before. Looking at her Attitude now, she really has a bit of the Scent of a Small Bird leaning on someone.
However, I hadn't enjoyed it for long. Perhaps the blanket was too conspicuous. A Team of Adventurers walked over from a distance, waking me from my daze.
Three Men and four Women, a Team composed of four Class-Changed Ones and three Mercenaries. They didn't feel very Powerful, because generally speaking, unless the Team was missing an important combination, such as Lar's Trio who severely lacked Remote and Magic Attack, Elite Teams wouldn't need to hire Mercenaries starting in Kurast.
"Lord, how much are these things?"
The one who spoke on behalf of the entire Team was a sweet Rogue Archer Maiden. It seems women are born with the ability to bargain! But I won't let you cut the Price again. Yawning, I pointed to the Price tag on each Item, and the Eyes of this Team of Adventurers first landed on the Potions.
They're probably an Adventurer Team of mid-to-low Strength/Power level, I guessed silently. Elite Teams wouldn't lack Potions.
"Eh, so cheap."
Seeing the Price tag on the Potions, the Rogue Maiden couldn't help but exclaim softly, but seeing that there was only one bottle of each, her expression became a little disappointed.
"Lord, are these the only bottles?"
"Of course not."
Seeing that business had arrived, I reluctantly sat up from Little Molly's soft Lower Leg and said to the Rogue Maiden with a serious expression. Guests are guests. Don't neglect the weak, and don't fawn over the Strongest Expert. This is my most basic principle as a Merchant, Wu Fan.
"You can have as many as you want. The Potions on my Body are enough to make all the Adventurers in Kurast drunk for a day."
"Pfft!"
Probably thinking I was joking, the Rogue Maiden couldn't help but chuckle. Make all the Adventurers in Kurast drunk for a day? Leaving aside the fact that Potions can't make you drunk at all, even if they could, how many Potions would that take? There are at least over a thousand Adventurers in Kurast combined. Roughly calculated, that would require at least tens of thousands of bottles. Even if you owned the Mage Guild, you probably couldn't produce that many.
Seeing the disbelief in the Rogue Maiden's Eyes, I didn't explain further. Anyway, however many you want, I'll take them out.
The Rogue Maiden excused herself and went back to discuss quietly with her Teammates. After a while, they finally made a decision. Then she turned back and smiled sweetly at me.
"Lord, we would like 50 bottles of Light Life Potion, 30 bottles of Light Mana Potion, 10 bottles of Medium Life Potion, and 10 bottles of Mana Potion. How about this?" As she spoke, she showed a nervous expression, as if afraid I couldn't produce them. After all, such a cheap Price was unprecedented.
"No problem."
I readily agreed. Amidst the seven people's stunned Gaze, I poured out a large pile of red and blue Bottles from my Inventory with a whoosh, then picked out the Quantity the Rogue Maiden wanted and handed them over, giving two extra bottles of each for good measure.
"You are my first Guests, so I'll give you a few extra bottles for free." I winked at the cute Rogue Maiden. She reminded me of the Rogue Encampment, and of Velas and the others.
"7400 Gold Coins. Hmm, or 5 Chipped Gems would also work, and I'll give you a few more bottles."
The Rogue Maiden quickly took out 5 Chipped Gems. I smiled and gave her two more bottles. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, cute girls really are popular! No wonder the Team let her handle the Transaction.
"Thank you, Lord."
The Rogue Maiden happily put away the Potions. She had already decided that the other party must be the legendary Super Elite Adventurer Team. Only such a Team could produce so many Potions to sell, and even give extra ones away without caring. Thinking of this, the Rogue Maiden, being a Mercenary, had a few hints of Admiration and Admiration in her Eyes. Elite! When would her own Team be able to add that glorious Imprint in front of its Name?
Since she had determined that the other party was the legendary Super Elite Team, the Rogue Maiden naturally wouldn't miss out on other things. The Equipment brought out by such a Team should be better than what was displayed at other Stalls, right? When her Gaze turned to the ten pieces of Magic Grade Equipment, her large, sparkling Eyes, which always seemed to shimmer, could no longer move away.
It wasn't just a little better; these were completely mainstream Level Main Equipment in Kurast! (Adventurers generally call their best and most frequently worn Equipment Main Equipment, while slightly inferior ones are Backup Equipment.)
"L-Lord, are these really... really for sale..." she said with a slightly trembling Voice. The Rogue Maiden seriously suspected that these pieces of Equipment were just the other party's Main Equipment, displayed to Attract business.
"Of course!"
I shrugged my Shoulders. If they weren't for sale, was I putting them out to sunbathe?
"Peder, Peder, come quickly and look, good stuff, it's really good stuff..."
Seeing the other party's Eyes, which didn't seem fake at all, the Rogue Maiden quickly called out to the Team, shouting somewhat incoherently. Equipment was simply too precious for Adventurers who only had one Life.
"Oh God, this is..."
A tall Adventurer in the Team, who looked like a Paladin, probably the one named Peder, came over, took the Magic Grade Double Axe from the Rogue Maiden's Hand, and took a look. He immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"Guest, this Double Axe comes with % Enhanced Damage and +6 Fire Damage Stats. It's very suitable for a Class like yours. However, if you are a Paladin, I suggest you look at this one..." Saying this, I picked up another Crystal Sword and handed it over.
"The Crystal Sword is lighter than the Double Axe, and its Attack is just as good. Look, the +1-4 Cold Damage Stats attached to it are most suitable for a Paladin like you who Commands the Battlefield."
After the Paladin took the Crystal Sword, his Eyes couldn't move away. In the early stages, Equipment with Cold Attack was undoubtedly the Excellent Grade among all Stats, and thus had an extremely low Drop Rate. Adventurers generally used Socketed Weapons inlaid with Blue Gems to obtain this valuable Stat. In other words, this Crystal Sword was equivalent to the Value of a 1 Socket Crystal Sword + 1 Cracked Sapphire.
The Paladin was excited, but he didn't forget the Team as a whole. After carefully examining the ten pieces of Magic Grade Equipment and discussing, they seemed to have finally made a decision.
"Senior, we want this one."
Gritting his Teeth, the Paladin pointed to the Crystal Sword I had just recommended. The Price tag of 30000 Gold Coins made his Eyes red, not because the Price was expensive—this Price was already very cheap—but because for this Sword, he had taken out more than half of the Blood Money the Team had accumulated over several years.
Senior, that address is interesting. I chuckled a few times inwardly. If he knew that my Level was actually higher than the so-called Senior, I wonder what he would think.
Taking the 3 Chipped Gems from the Rogue Maiden's Hand, I saw the Paladin's reluctant Appearance as he looked at the other Equipment. I suddenly had a whim and picked out a piece of Magic Grade Scale Mail with +4 Vitality from among the few pieces of Magic Grade Equipment and handed it to him—your Gaze keeps falling on this Scale Mail, your Thoughts are all written on your face.
"You are the first batch of customers, so it's a buy-one-get-one-free promotion, how about it?"
"This... how can this be... Senior's kindness, we appreciate it, but I cannot accept it." Looking at the Scale Mail I handed over, the Paladin swallowed hard, but the Adventurer's Dignity immediately made him Refuse.
"Just for that 'Senior' you called me, it's fine. Isn't it a matter of course for a Senior to give a gift to a junior? If you still feel bad about it, then please remember me, remember that there was once someone who gave you Scale Mail. Maybe one day, I'll need your help?" Patting the Paladin's Shoulder, I said with a smile and then forcefully stuffed the Scale Mail to him.
He stood there stunned for a long time. Finally, the Paladin looked at me deeply, seemingly genuinely trying to remember my Appearance, and then bowed.
"Senior's gift, Peder will bear it in mind."
"Giving it away like that, doesn't it hurt?"
Seeing the seven figures walking away, Marissa, who had been keeping her Gaze on her Book, suddenly spoke. She seemed not to understand why I, the Rogue's Third Stingy, had suddenly become so generous.
"That depends on who I'm giving it to. If I think it's worth it, then it's worth it."
