abnormal mutation

Chapter 105 The Richest Man Was Actually Me

Roland had been buying large amounts of gold, leaving him with less than three thousand German dollars, which was probably not enough to buy even magical items.

He decided to sell the useless [Hidden Veil], the Red Hive, and some of the Spiritual Glimmer. The other items were still useful, but the newly acquired Tyranny Codex was too sensitive, so he decided to keep it to feed the Runeseed.

He had stored the spiritual glimmer in three vials, which, like the metal cans, he had taken from Julia.

Twenty pieces in a bottle, just to test the waters.

He asked Pro, and he learned that such highly pure spiritual glimmers are rare, but not nonexistent, and not many extraordinary individuals buy them because the premium is very high.

Spiritual glimmer is just one of many potion ingredients, and its influence on the finished potion is less than 30%. Unless you have deep pockets, you can't afford to pursue the so-called perfect potion.

Before, without any backing, I acted cautiously and dared not sell. Now that I have the ability to protect myself, it's time to be bolder.

Roland packed everything into his suitcase, then summoned Mandy and Aurelia to come along, so they wouldn't be complained about every time they returned to the Spirit Realm Chessboard.

"You do have a conscience." Mandy smiled sweetly, revealing two dimples on her face.

Aileya took the suitcase naturally, looked around, and didn't say anything.

Roland didn't defend himself. Mandy was very talkative; for every word you said, she had a thousand more to say.

The three of them hurried downstairs. Leongard turned around and saw them, looking astonished, his eyes darting between them.

"Can my card bring two more people?" Roland took out his gold card and waved it in front of him.

“…Of course,” Leongard replied somewhat slowly. “What’s your relationship with these two?”

“Partner.” Roland didn’t explain much.

“Alright.” Leongard was a little skeptical, but the two weren’t close enough to pry into secrets, so he could only silently lead the way.

The hotel and the Chamber of Commerce headquarters twin towers are not far apart; there is a car available, and it only takes a few minutes to get there.

The building on the south side is called Oath, and the building on the north side is called Home. The trade fair is located on the seventh floor of the Oath building.

The reception area is simply furnished, half of it resembling a living room and the other half a shop, separated by a large mahogany counter.

After Roland and his party entered, the two waitresses prepared the tea and then left, leaving only the two men by the counter: an elderly man and a middle-aged man.

"Welcome, Advisor Otto." The middle-aged man immediately called out Roland's surname, a smile on his face. "My name is Chris, and I am the host of this trade fair. I will introduce the various items to be traded in a moment."

This is Master Edwin, the Chamber of Commerce's top appraiser, specializing in appraising magical items and potions.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. You may call me Roland." Roland nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hmm." Edwin's attitude was neither warm nor cold, and his expression remained rather serious.

He's a mid-sequence extraordinary individual, so he doesn't usually need to handle routine identification work. He was clearly not in a good mood when Chris called him over this time.

"What do you want to sell? Show it to us."

Seeing his cold attitude, Roland didn't bother with any more words. He opened his suitcase and placed the three items on the counter one by one.

Edwin remained expressionless, stood up, picked up the [Hidden Curtain], and examined it carefully.

He wore a black leather glove on his left hand, initially using only his left hand to hold the object, but later using both hands. He wore a single pair of glasses and emanated a faint spiritual aura.

"Effectiveness Level I, Danger Level I, has the effect of disguising oneself and concealing body odor and marks, reducing presence..."

Edwin, true to his reputation as a top-notch appraiser, quickly and clearly explained the effects and drawbacks of the [Hidden Veil]. Without the old priest's diary, Roland probably still wouldn't understand its function.

"The effect is mediocre, and the suggested retail price is between 2500 and 4000 German dollars." Edwin casually put the clothes down, clearly not very interested in this magical item.

Chris took notes, his smile vanishing, and looked at Roland with his amber eyes: "Roland, what's its name? Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"The hidden curtain, all other information is correct," Roland replied calmly.

He wasn't disappointed. The price range for magical items is extremely wide, and being able to sell for two or three thousand is already quite good.

Edwin picked up the red honeycomb with his left hand, and seeing the fingerprints on it, his face darkened. "This is a spirit scorpion's nest, a hexagonal blood crystal nest, of excellent quality. You just casually put it in your suitcase? And you even ate it with your bare hands?" "Uh, I really didn't have a suitable container." Roland couldn't very well say that he had just taken it out of the spirit world.

Aileya, standing to the side, pursed her lips and casually turned her head to the side.

"Hmph." Edwin took out a large, square-mouthed jar that looked like bone and porcelain from the cabinet behind him, wiped away the fingerprints with a golden knife, carefully placed the flying scorpion nest inside, and sealed it tightly.

Roland didn't care. Edwin was judging the matter, not the person, and his impression of the man actually improved.

“This piece is about 2.7 Mina. It can be sold for no less than 80 German dollars per shekel. Many potions use it, but the amount used is not large. I suggest you cut it into smaller pieces or sell it to the Merchant Guild for retail,” Edwin said seriously.

Roland was surprised, not expecting that Aileya's unexpected gain would be so valuable. He did a quick calculation and realized that the flying scorpion nest could be sold for at least 13,000 German dollars.

He glanced at Aileya, and their eyes met. The girl's smugness was practically overflowing.

"After the trade fair, let the Chamber of Commerce handle the remaining sales," he said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, Roland, I'll definitely get you a good price." Chris's smile widened. "You're a member of the Chamber of Commerce and you also hold a gold card, so the commission is only one percent."

"Thank you." One point is 1%, which is a small fee for your hard work.

Chris was about to say something when Edwin suddenly picked up the vial, looking surprised: "What's this?"

Their gazes returned to his hands.

“A glimmer of spiritual light,” Roland said with a smile. “It’s very pure, but I don’t know exactly how pure.”

Edwin frowned. The way the potion bottle contained the shimmering spiritual light seemed familiar to him. He was about to reprimand the person who did it, but when he opened it and saw the shimmering spiritual light inside, he was immediately stunned.

He used his black gloves to grab a glimmer of spiritual light and immediately plugged the medicine bottle.

The spiritual light was trapped in his palm, and there was no sign of spiritual dissipation. He lowered his head and brought his monocle to his palm. The lens was like a lake, rippling with waves.

"Where did this come from..." Edwin was shocked.

"Cough—" Chris coughed abruptly, interrupting Edwin's words.

Edwin's expression froze, and he looked somewhat uncomfortable. He knew that prying into a client's privacy was a big no-no, but he just couldn't resist his curiosity.

Roland could roughly guess the reason, and said half-truthfully, "From the spirit world."

“Yes, yes…” Edwin’s eyes lit up, looking enlightened. “Even the most skilled alchemist couldn’t purify the spiritual glimmer to this extent. Only a special environment in the spirit world could give birth to it…”

Chris and Leongard couldn't help but look at Roland, their eyes filled with shock. Did they think the Spirit Realm was their backyard? Every time a mid-to-low-sequence Extraordinary went to the Spirit Realm, they were always trembling with fear, as if walking on thin ice.

They suddenly understood why the committee valued a lucky person who had just stepped into the extraordinary realm so much; genius and luck were just the most insignificant labels on him.

"Ahem, Master, how much is one worth?" Roland couldn't help but ask.

"This..." Edwin looked troubled. "Spiritual glimmer has a wide range of uses and there is no worry about sales, but this purity is very rare, and the price depends on supply and demand."

Spiritual glimmers typically cost between 30 and 60 German dollars each, with purity ranging from 70% to 90%. Your spiritual glimmer has a purity of over 99%, so it should command at least a 50% premium. A base price of 90 German dollars would be appropriate, and the maximum price depends on the client.

Chris nodded slightly: "That's true. You only have three bottles here, sixty coins in total, which will be easily snapped up. I suggest using an open auction, with a starting price of 2000 German dollars per bottle, and the highest bidder wins."

Roland's smile was barely concealed. One 90-dollar coin, and he easily made over three hundred in one night. What does that even mean?!

Looking back suddenly, I realized that I was the one who was rich!

"Hmm, is open bidding the same as an auction?" he asked, trying to sound calm. If there's open bidding, there must also be private transactions.

Chris glanced at Leongard, surprised that no one had informed Roland beforehand about something so important.

Leongard looked completely innocent. He knew about the trade fair, but he was broke and had never participated before.

“After all, extraordinary individuals belong to a mysterious realm and rarely gather on the scale of an auction. Therefore, they are usually small-scale trade fairs, with as few as a few people and as many as dozens of people…” Chris explained patiently.

Small trade fairs can be either official or unofficial. This particular trade fair is official, with the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce and law enforcement officers jointly endorsing it.

(End of this chapter)