I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 54 Trading
The store manager personally greeted them and enthusiastically took them to a private room upstairs.

The store manager said he would personally identify the rare items Wallace brought and asked them to wait a moment while he went to get the tools.

This shop seems to be quite famous, with branches all over the place. The female employees are young, beautiful, and quite capable. In addition to many mid-level apprentices, there are also several advanced apprentices!

They came over and brought some tea and snacks, then left. Wallace and Roland were the only ones left in the room.

Wallace stroked his beard and said, "The news of my promotion must have spread here. Otherwise, the owner wouldn't have come out to greet us in person. Although the manager is a bit snobbish, he's a smart man. He knows I'll be looking for big business in the future. So, there's no need to waste time bargaining; he'll just give us a discount."

Roland reminded him with some concern: "Can these things be shipped here safely? Will they attract attention?"

Wallace smiled contemptuously and said, "I've sold all sorts of things before. What's this? If it were something like the Holy Grail, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to keep it. But this junk... sigh."

Wallace sighed.

"Junk?" Roland's heart tightened slightly.

Those rare items were what he had exchanged his life for from the ruins! If they were all broken, Roland would be a little worried.

He only has one magic stone on hand now, but he plans to purchase a lot of things.

In addition, the Crucible of Bitter Sleep was seriously polluted, and Roland was reluctant to use the Fire of Dawn to purify it, so he planned to buy some precious potions and try to purify it.

These are all areas where money needs to be spent.

Therefore, if these damaged treasures could not be sold at a good price, Roland would probably have to sell some of his own treasured treasures.

No matter if it was a wizard hat, a gray wand, a lantern or a pocket watch, Roland would feel very sad if any of them were sold.

Soon, the store manager returned and personally assessed the damaged artifacts.

After looking at the seven broken and strange objects on the table, the store manager took off his monocle, touched his beard and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he said, "These artifacts are basically of no use anymore. Even if they were to be repaired, it would cost a large sum of money, and it would be difficult to restore them to their original state. Furthermore, two of the artifacts cannot even be repaired, so we can only buy them at the price of the materials they were made from."

Wallace put down his teacup calmly and said, "Yes, it's basically just some junk."

Roland pretended to be calm as he drank his tea, but he was lamenting in his heart.

He thought to himself, "I thought I could sell it for at least 200 magic stones. Alas, it seems my expectations were a bit too high."
The store manager smiled and said, "Sir Wallace, we are old friends. So let's not waste time negotiating the price. I'll give you a price, and you can decide if it's suitable."

As he spoke, the store manager gestured with his hands to make an eight and then a six.

He said, "You know, in the Black Abyss area, there are often a lot of rare items flowing out. Therefore, the prices of rare items are relatively low... The number I just quoted is already very sincere."

"Yes." Wallace nodded slowly. "It is indeed 10% higher than the market price. It's settled then."

The shop owner was delighted. After a brief hesitation, he persuaded, "Sir, these treasures are actually very good. If you are willing to wait, our shop can help you repair them and then put them on sale in our family's auction house."

Wallace said with some disdain, "Time is money. This little bit of magic stone isn't worth three to five months of my trouble."

The store manager knew that Wallace was short of working capital and was eager to ship the goods, so he actually took advantage of the situation.

He smiled happily and said, "Thank you, sir, for taking care of our business. Although these artifacts are severely damaged, artifacts of this level are still very rare." As he spoke, the store manager took out an exquisite box the size of a mahjong box from the storage bag. The box was inlaid with amber and agate, and even had a magic ruby ​​worth 5 magic stones.

The store manager continued, "We just sent out a batch of payments this afternoon, so we don't have many magic stones left. This box contains 400 magic stones. I'll personally deliver the remaining 460 magic stones shortly."

Roland was slightly stunned, and his hand holding the teacup couldn't help but tremble.

how much is it?
After the store manager went out to get the money, Roland couldn't help but confirm it again: "How much did he say just now? Eight hundred and sixty magic stones?!"

"Yes, my dear good student."

Wallace stroked his beard and said with deep emotion, "To be honest, I didn't think much of this little bit of magic stones before. But now, 860 magic stones, 430 each for us, it's really not a small amount."

Roland said with emotion: "I really didn't expect to sell so many."

Wallace said, "If you come by yourself, the guys in the store will definitely use excuses like unknown origin to rip you off. If you can sell it for 200 magic stones, that's good."

Roland was a little embarrassed and said, "I thought it would be good if I could sell it for 86 magic stones."

Wallace nearly spit out his tea.

"What do you think this is? The pickled cucumbers your aunt made at home?!"

"These are all top-grade artifacts used by the elite wizards in the Black Abyss!"

"Even if it's damaged and considered scrap, and thrown into the alchemy furnace to be melted down and sold for materials, it would still be worth more than 86 magic stones!"

After saying these words, Wallace fiddled with the damaged oddities on the table, revealing a somewhat sad expression.

He said, "If the dark forces within these strange objects had not been inexplicably purified, even if these things were damaged, we would have no problem selling them for two or three thousand magic stones."

Roland lowered his head to drink his tea, not daring to speak.

As the person involved, Roland knew very well that these strange objects were turned into this state by him using the Fire of Dawn.

Originally, the fire of dawn would not burn out the dark attributes of the strange objects, but these strange objects were already broken.

The Fire of Dawn itself is the nemesis of evil forces, and these strange objects are already damaged, so the dark attributes are purified.

Roland burned it, and indeed, all the abyssal pollution above was burned away. But the value of the rare object was also burned away!

This time, nearly two thousand magic stones were lost!

However, Roland did not regret it at all.

If he hadn't burned it at that time, he would definitely have been contaminated by the abyss.

Who knows if he will be cursed?
The battle between him and the demon at that time was a matter of life and death in a single blow. The demon could die from arrogance, and he could also die from greed.

(End of this chapter)