My inventory is full of monster materials.

Chapter 107 Solo Operation

The atmosphere was very harmonious. Mark and Clyde chatted happily, while Orion stood tall and straight with a serious expression.

Mark tried several times to invite Orion to sit down for tea, but was politely but firmly declined each time.

Mark stopped pressuring him and let Orion stand by as a silent protector.

As the meeting drew to a close, Mark became restless, because he still had a sealed dimensional bag that he desperately needed to consult on how to open.

However, this thing was too sensitive, and even though Mark trusted Clyde completely, he didn't dare to take it out openly. He could only ask about it indirectly.

Mark picked up his teacup, took a casual sip, and asked.

"Clyde, you should know about dimensional bags, right?"

Clyde smiled and sighed softly.

"Of course I know, who wouldn't want their own dimensional bag? It's just that these things aren't easy to get."

"Oh? Is it because it's not cheap?"

"more than."

Clyde began to patiently explain the scientific principles.

"The Dimensional Bag is a rare magical item, and its market price is at least 1000 gold coins."

"But in reality, even if you have the money, you might not be able to buy it."

Mark immediately became interested and pressed for more details.

"What do you mean? Is it difficult to make?"

Clyde paused to think for a moment.

"There are two main challenges in making the dimensional bag."

"The first challenge is the materials. The main material for weaving the dimensional bag is the silk sac of the phase spider."

"This kind of monster doesn't look very strong, but it can travel freely between the material plane and the etheric plane, making it extremely difficult to catch."

"The second challenge is magic. Creators must be proficient in spatial magic, otherwise they simply cannot complete the core steps of spatial anchoring and spatial folding."

Clyde paused, then asked Mark in return.

"Think about it, how many people can meet both of these conditions at the same time? That's why every time a new dimensional bag appears, it's snapped up immediately."

Upon hearing this, Mark's eyes lit up, and he smiled slyly.

"A new dimensional bag... but what if it's the old one?"

"Well..."

Clyde was taken aback, glanced up at Orion beside him, leaned forward again, and lowered his voice.

"There are no official shops in Sergei City that sell dimensional bags, but there are on the black market..."

"black market!"

Mark instantly perked up.

He was well aware of the nature of the black market; it was a mixed bag, a den of iniquity, and a breeding ground for all sorts of shady dealings.

The dimensional bag Mark seized this time will most likely only be sold on the black market, or a way to break the seal will have to be found.

"Where can I find the black market in Sergei City?"

Mark pressed on eagerly, his voice brimming with excitement.

Considering that Orion was a "fair man" standing next to him, Clyde did not speak directly, but instead gestured for Mark to lean closer, and the two whispered to each other.

A moment later, the two parted ways, and Clyde added solemnly.

"You must remember that although the black market has administrators who maintain the surface rules, it is essentially a place where strength reigns supreme."

"Be sure to take precautions before going, and avoid getting into conflicts easily, otherwise you'll be in trouble."

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

Just as the two were about to end the meeting.

A figure suddenly rushed in through the office door.

Lina approached Mark, panting, and said with a slightly flushed face.

"Lord Mark, there's an adventurer named Brady in the lobby on the first floor who claims to know you and insists on seeing you. We can't stop him."

"Brady?!"

Mark, Clyde, and Orion all exclaimed in surprise.

Mark composed himself and gave the instructions.

"Bring him over."

"Yes, Lord Mark."

Lina responded and quickly ran out the door.

Before long, Lina's voice came from outside the door, along with a familiar loud voice, tinged with impatience.

"Mr. Brady, please put on some clothes; it's very impolite!"

"So what if I'm not wearing clothes! All these scars on my body are medals of bravery, and everyone would love to have them!"

'

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure, shirtless and covered in hideous scars, appeared at the doorway.

As soon as Brady entered the office, his gaze swept across the room and he immediately spotted the three people sitting in the reception area.

Especially when he saw Orion and Clyde, Brady's impatience vanished instantly, and he rushed over with a look of delight.

"Aurion! Clyde! What are you doing here?"

Brady grabbed Orion and slapped the knight hard on the back, making loud thuds.

Brady is a genuine person. Although he used to tease Orion for being a "fair man," the two have developed a deep friendship after going through trials together.

Now that they've been reunited after so long, Brady couldn't hide his excitement.

Orion patted Brady on the shoulder, his usually stern face softening for once.

"Stop taking pictures, you've dented my armor."

"Ha ha!"

Brady was overjoyed and turned to look at Clyde.

"Honey, you've gotten so fat!"

"6

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Clyde was embarrassed and speechless, because those words instantly brought back the scene of his madness when he held the oracle potion in his hands.

"Ahem!"

Mark coughed a few times, deliberately raising his voice to attract the attention of the others.

"Brady, what can I do for you?"

Upon hearing this, Brady's smile vanished instantly, and he immediately became agitated, slamming his hands on the table and speaking urgently.

"Big brother! I heard from Uncle Henry that after he handed over the leadership of the 'White Eagle' squad to you, he went to the Anderson family's manor alone to become a mercenary and participate in some bandit suppression, right?"

Upon hearing this, both Clyde and Orion were taken aback.

They were both surprised that Mark had become the captain of the "White Eagle" squad, and even more puzzled as to why Henry had suddenly left the team to become a mercenary on his own.

Mark nodded, offering only two words in response.

"That's right."

Brady held back for a long time, his emotions growing more and more agitated. He slammed his hand on the table again, making the teacups on the table shake slightly.

"Brother, it's too dangerous for Uncle Henry to go alone! Why don't we go together too, so we can look after each other!"

Mark picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and calmly corrected him.

"You've got the wrong name. I'm the captain now."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

This change in address not only represents a shift in status, but also seems to create an invisible barrier, conveying a sense of estrangement and indifference.

Brady's face froze instantly, then after a moment of hesitation, he slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Captain, let's become mercenaries too."

"not good."

Mark put down his teacup and refused decisively.

"This anti-bandit operation is large-scale. Insignificant squads like 'White Eagle' will only be cannon fodder. I disagree with this operation."

I misjudged you!

Brady suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with disappointment and anger.

"If you won't go, I will! Even if I'm the only one, I'll go help Uncle Henry!"

With that, Brady turned to leave.

Clyde and Orion exchanged a glance, neither speaking, simply bowing their heads in silence. Strictly speaking, this was someone else's family matter, and they had no right to interfere.

Mark rubbed his forehead, feeling quite helpless; he had long expected this situation to arise.

"stop."

Mark stood up and shouted, his voice no longer gentle as usual, but carrying the authority of a captain.

Brady paused, but didn't turn around.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Mark watched his retreating figure, and instead of issuing a command as the captain, he sighed and said...

"If you want to go, then go."

Brady turned around abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"You agree!"

Mark remained expressionless and did not respond, instead tossing the two bottles of medicine over.

"Take these two bottles of medicine. Remember! The light red one is for saving lives, and the dark red one is for fighting."

Brady was overjoyed, hugged the two bottles of red potion with both hands, and nodded vigorously.

"Okay!"

After saying that, Brady ran out the door without looking back.

Seeing this, Clyde, who was standing nearby, laughed and teased.

"Those two bottles of potion are worth at least 300 gold coins."

Mark relaxed his shoulders and said helplessly.

"I just hope he didn't take the wrong medicine."