Chapter 14 Balosais Trade Union
“It’s Father who is a Saint Rank, not me. Moreover, I don’t have Shiel’s talent. For the old fossils in the family to allocate this money to me is already because Father is the head of the family.”
Iger took a step back from the girl’s question, but the color in his eyes suddenly became calm, as if he was talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him.
In fact, compared to ordinary noble sons, Iger, who received one hundred Bright Silver Coins every month, was not treated poorly.
Over the years, coupled with the extra one hundred Gold Coins given by Marquis Mays before his departure for experience, Iger had several hundred Kingdom Gold Coins on him at most.
It was just that Iger used the vast majority of his savings to purchase magical equipment and alchemical tools that he could use, but after the Aixereseia Divine Court not long ago, they were all thrown into the endless sea of fire by the betrayed mercenary trio.
In addition to these, even the Magic Scrolls that Shiel specifically prepared for me did not escape…
Thinking of this, heartache filled Iger’s heart, and he couldn’t help but feel deeply guilty towards the ice-blue haired girl who was drawing magical markings on the table all night.
Iger looked at Verafia, who seemed a little lost standing beside him, and thought that if they hadn’t gotten information about Lord Rothel on this trip, they would have really lost big.
Not only were their savings gone, but they almost lost their lives. Even the Dragon Bone they had finally encountered was supervised by Verafia with a displeased expression and thrown into the sea of fire to bury the dragon named Ranielant.
Besides that, it seemed they had also picked up a young lady who seemed destined to eat till she was empty…
Verafia’s disappointment on her little face only lasted for a short while. She quickly cheered up, clenched her little fist, and encouraged Iger.
“Iger, don’t pay attention to the vulgar gaze of those old fogies! As the successor of that Rothel and with this young lady’s help, you will definitely be able to surpass this human girl named Shiel and vent your anger!”
Iger felt like crying and laughing at Verafia’s words. He thought that his relationship with his sister Shiel was quite good, unlike in those popular novels about “don’t bully the poor young man.”
However, hearing the girl’s encouragement made Iger’s heart warm.
“So, Young Lady, we only have less than a hundred Gold Coins on us, so we have to spend it sparingly. At least, we still need to leave some for you to buy Flame-element treasures and sacred relics…”
Before Iger could finish speaking, he saw a cluster of excited light suddenly shine in the girl’s pupils.
Verafia grabbed the young man’s arm and pulled him forward.
“Yes, Iger, I forgot when you mentioned it! Speaking of which, where is the trading center of Vist City…”
Iger wondered why he had said the latter half of the sentence.
…
During the Demon Race War, the Balosais Commercial Alliance, built by merchants from many trading city-states and free cities, had flourished for a hundred years and had now become the largest commercial organization on the entire Agrand continent.
The Balosais Commercial Alliance not only set up branches in various large and small cities of humans, but also had its footprints in the Mountain Kingdom of the dwarves, the underground city-states of the goblins, and the Elf Kingdom before the “Great Closure.”
As the largest city in the western part of the Peka Kingdom, the scale of the Balosais Commercial Alliance’s branch in Vist City was not small. Teams of merchants came and went like tides, and adventurers and mercenaries with Battle Swords and bows and arrows also handled the spoils of their explorations here to exchange them for gold and silver currency.
Even the rare Star-Shined Rank and Saint Rank super powerhouses occasionally visited here to exchange and purchase the equipment and material items they needed.
Verafia and Iger also came to this trade union. They had a total of one hundred Kingdom Gold Coins.
One hundred Kingdom Gold Coins might be a huge sum for most people, but for nobles and powerful individuals with vast territories, it was not much. If they wanted to buy top-grade treasures, this amount of money might not even be enough to pay for a fraction of it.
Furthermore, Iger had previously declared, under the girl’s displeased gaze, that he was unwilling to reveal his identity as the son of a Saint Rank expert and the lord of Mies Territory to gain power by association.
Therefore, Young Lady Verafia was finally politely but sternly blocked by the guild attendants from the stairs leading to the highest floor.
…
Verafia’s pretty face was filled with anger, and her long, silky golden hair stood on end like a cat’s hair.
“How detestable! They actually tried to fool this young lady with these inferior items! They even disallowed me to go up. These are trash that can’t even compare to a single strand of hair from my little pet. Do they really think I care about them!”
The girl seemed extremely indignant that such insignificant humans dared to disrespect her so much.
Iger thought, if that “little pet” you’re talking about was that legendary dragon named Ranielant, then not much could compare to the scales that fell from it – perhaps your own feathers could surpass it.
“Speaking of which, as the noble Phoenix Young Lady, why didn’t you bring some of your hometown’s specialty products like Phoenix Gold Stones and Fire-Bathed Vermilion Fruits before you left? Then you wouldn’t be in such a state of poverty now.”
Iger couldn’t help but complain in his heart again.
However, despite the girl’s extreme anger, in Iger’s opinion, the quality of the swords, staves, and magical items and tools sold here was not bad, and could even be called exquisite.
At least, the quality of quite a few weapons displayed for sale was no weaker than the long sword he obtained from his family, and they were considered formal equipment for most Gold Rank and Platinum Rank professionals.
Among them, the magic scrolls inscribed by some great mages might even be useful to Crystal Rank powerhouses.
But with this little phoenix’s discernment… well, anything that couldn’t withstand the tiny flame she casually tossed out was trash, wasn’t it?
However, in order to avoid being stared at by the surrounding customers and merchants with foolish gazes, and to avoid the risk of his Young Lady’s wrath, Iger had to grit his teeth and persuade her:
“Young Lady, this is not your hometown, and the regulations of the Balosais Alliance are like this. Moreover, there are Platinum Rank Fire-element Magic Crystals for sale on the second floor. Why don’t we go look at something else? Oh, look, the quality of that sword is very good—”
“Don’t try to fob me off with these inferior goods.”
Verafia cast a disdainful glance, and when she saw Iger pointing at the newly forged treasure sword in the blacksmith’s shop, her disdain intensified: “A sword like this can’t even compare to a child’s toy. This young lady doesn’t want it!”
Before the girl’s voice could even fall, a thunderous shout suddenly erupted.
“Who is this yellow-haired brat, daring to look down on the weapons forged by Uncle Hammer!”
Hearing the girl’s words, the innocent blacksmith, who was affected by her resentment, also got angry. The hot-tempered dwarf craftsman slammed down the forging hammer in his hand with a “bang.”
“My works, Uncle Hammer’s works, can easily pierce the scales of legendary dragons. Even the brats from His Majesty Mude’s family dare not look down on them. How can you, such a weak human, do so!”
