Chapter 908: Trade Fair
“Only one hundred gold coins?” The youth’s surprised expression shifted to another kind of astonishment. He had initially thought I would demand an exorbitant price, but upon hearing the actual quote, he felt it was too cheap.
After all, most of the miscellaneous potions he had bought cost more than that, generally several hundred gold coins. While those potions weren’t entirely ineffective, they were over ten times weaker compared to this bottle.
Considering this, the youth had already braced himself for me to ask for thousands of gold coins, which was why he had panicked when asked for money earlier; he truly didn’t have much left.
When he heard it was only one hundred gold coins, he was stunned. It was just too cheap! Given the potion’s efficacy, it would easily fetch thousands of gold coins at an auction. He was so taken aback that he froze.
“Hey, hey! Are you alright? You can afford one hundred gold coins, right?” I waved my hand in front of him, where did the spirit to bid madly against me just go?
“No! I’m sorry, Madam. Thank you for your kindness and guidance. A mere small sum cannot express my gratitude, but please accept my token of thanks.” He handed a bag of gold coins to me, so full it was about to burst.
He was currently kneeling before me, holding the coin bag with both hands, as if a devout believer were offering a sacrifice to a deity. Did it really need to be so exaggerated?
“By the way, there’s too much money here. I only said one hundred gold coins.” I remarked, the coin bag in my hand felt heavy; a quick weigh-in suggested there were probably four to five hundred gold coins inside.
“The one hundred gold coins are for the potion. The remaining gold coins are my expression of gratitude for you guiding me when I was lost. Please, you must accept them, otherwise, my conscience will not be at ease,” the youth said earnestly.
“Alright, I’ll take it then.” I didn’t act polite because I was genuinely short on cash at the moment, and five hundred gold coins wasn’t much to him anyway.
“Well then, that’s all for now. I still need to check out the auction to see if there’s anything to buy. Do you want to come along?” I asked.
“No, that’s alright. I don’t have anything particular I want to buy right now, and I want to stay here to get used to the new strength I’ve gained,” the youth replied. He dared not leave the cemetery at night and planned to stay in the guest room until tomorrow before leaving.
“Alright, then I’ll take my leave.” I pushed open the door. At that moment, the youth seemed to remember something and asked, “Wait, what should I call you? And if I want to contact you, where can I find you?”
“Hmm, you can leave a message here. Just tell them you’re looking for the Saintess, and they should understand. Or you can directly mail a letter to Falbedy Cemetery; I’ll come to collect it periodically,” I told him after some thought.
I really didn’t want to use the somewhat chuunibyou and embarrassing title of Saintess in the outside world, but I even less wanted to reveal my real name and address, so I could only say this. After speaking, I left the room.
“Saintess, Saintess, huh?” Inside the room, the youth was contemplating the information he had just received while feeling his newly acquired strength.
After going through everything, I acquired the Swift Boots and the Amadeus greatsword, and even my cash increased a bit. It could be considered a great haul.
However, the problem was that both the Swift Boots and the Amadeus greatsword were bought for Older Brother Jayad. I hadn’t bought a single thing for myself yet; it seemed I still needed to visit the Trade Fair a few more times.
So, I headed to the large hall next door. The Trade Fair was in full swing. Because I had been talking with the youth, I had entered late, but it was currently reaching its climax.
The Trade Fair was also being held in an auditorium. The venue was filled with round tables, where traders would place the items they wished to trade on display. Of course, some people would bring signs listing items they wanted to acquire and their exchange offers.
How should I put it? This scene gave me a strange sense of incongruity. The round tables covered with clean white tablecloths, the massive red carpet covering the entire venue, and the huge metal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling made the place look like a solemn auditorium.
But the current Trade Fair had turned it into a place resembling a bustling market, filled with shouting vendors and all sorts of miscellaneous goods laid out on the round tables, looking like street stalls. This combination of highbrow and lowbrow struck me as quite amusing.
The vendors here could be categorized into a few types. Firstly, the organizers would put out some inventory to liven up the atmosphere. This was, of course, the official booth of the Death Trinity Church, primarily dealing in Black Magic items.
Then there were nobles, merchants, and Adventurers from various places. Some were selling, while others were buying, with goods of all kinds and varying quality.
The last category consisted of Otherworldly beings from the Underground world. I had already seen passages leading to deeper levels within this underground castle. They brought local products from underground, mostly rare Minerals and special resources.
However, despite the dazzling and varied array of goods, after browsing for a while, there were few items that truly caught my eye. The main reason was that many of the products here were highly specialized; if I couldn’t use them or they didn’t meet my needs, they were completely useless.
Just then, the Vampire Girl appeared beside me again, “Saintess, what item are you looking to buy? Perhaps I can offer some suggestions. We…”
She had been following me intently. But aimlessly searching wouldn’t do. I said, “I need a prop to hide my identity, preferably one that can change my Appearance.”
“Ah, that. The Murder Lord Church is the best at that. They sell such props. Please follow me,” the Vampire Girl said, leading me to the Murder Lord Church’s booth.
Their goods also exuded a sense of malice. There were sharp Daggers said to easily cut through bones, shoes that made no sound when walking and allowed one to climb walls as if on level ground, a universal key that could open most door locks, and a liquid that could dissolve corpses.
Every single item was specialized for criminal activities. Among them were many props for hiding identity. I should have thought of coming here sooner; I was sure to find something satisfactory.
“The Saintess desires a prop to conceal her identity. Bring out your best item for her to see,” the Vampire Girl said to the Death Lurkers guarding the booth.
“Oh? The best?” The Priest of the Murder Lord, clad in a purple robe, pondered for a moment before retreating backstage. He then solemnly brought out a small box.
“This is our best item for concealing identity, but it is not for sale, only for rent.” The Death Lurker opened the box, revealing only a pen inside.
“Information Eraser Pen. Simply write down your own information with this pen and then cross it out to erase any information others possess. Memories, photos, or documents will be indiscriminately wiped clean.”
