I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 79: Does the legendary suit come with underwear?

The narrow sewer was not as dark and dirty as imagined. Instead, there was a kerosene lamp emitting a dim light every ten meters.

The cement walls and the ground were cleaned very neatly, and iron plates were laid at some of the breaks to facilitate pedestrian passage.

Ron and Sid discussed for a long time how to sell the suit, and finally they both chose the gray market in the sewers of the royal capital.

Because there is no need for a business license or paying taxes here.

Moreover, something as difficult as a legendary set cannot be sold openly.

Actually, the most reliable way is to find an agent to sell my clothes. In this way, I only need to make custom clothes and provide the supply, and I can make money without doing anything. But unfortunately, my business is still in its infancy, so I have to do everything myself.
After stepping on a few thick iron plates, Ron had already envisioned a complete industrial chain in his mind.

Becoming bigger and stronger and creating greater glory does not seem out of reach.

Ron took a quick look at the alchemical potion that was priced at 50 gold lions and could increase magic power, then looked away enviously.

Studying the law will make three generations poor, while taking medicine will ruin your life.

What’s the point of practicing Dharma if you don’t have money?

In the Kingdom of Oran, if you want to improve your strength, you either have to spend money, sell drums, or rely on your own efforts.

As a representative of the hard-working civilian mages, Ron had only heard of this alchemical potion that could enhance magic power.

The gray trading market has its own rules.

On one side of the market are stalls with wooden counters, the rental price is 6 silver eagles per hour.

On the other side, there is a simple open space, and the rental price is 3 silver eagles per hour.

Originally, Ron thought that Mr. Sid would be like most people, tearing out a piece of cloth to set up a stall, or choosing an expensive stall to show off.

But he never expected that the logistics minister would just take out a building block emitting magical light from his pocket, squat on the ground and start building it quickly.

The dark bricks seemed endless. In just a breath, Sid Flores built a small shop in the open space and even hung a small pink lamp outside.

Is this alchemy?
Ron, his eyes widened, was filled with amazement. As soon as he shifted his gaze to Sid Flores, he saw him take out a golden lion from his pocket and hand it to the elf who came from nowhere.

Is this alchemy?
You might as well rent an existing stall!

Ron was amazed at what he saw and finally understood why Mr. Sid owed such a large loan.

"This is alchemical exchange. Everything has a price."

"Besides, this is the location with the best customer traffic, and customer traffic means money!"

As he spoke, the silver-haired young man nodded seriously and hung a sign that read "Stardust Club Strictly Selected" on the storefront.

Traffic is money, what a forward-thinking idea! You might as well say that it is easier to meet big clients who are stupid and have a lot of money.
Ron complained in his heart, but did not object, because in just a few seconds, he heard the door of the small shop being pushed open.

jingle--

Along with the sound of wind chimes, Ron saw a white-haired girl wearing a gold-rimmed hat with lenses carved from crystal walk in.

The new customer looked to be about the same age as Ron, probably of school age. His robes shone with a dazzling magical aura, and it was obvious that he was a wealthy man.

"The Stardust Club has carefully selected products. Do you have any good stuff that has leaked from the club?"

After hearing this, Ron finally understood Mr. Sid's good intentions.

Although the store is very expensive, it is located in a place with the largest traffic, which is no less than raising my arms and shouting, with everyone's eyes looking at me.

The name "Stardust Club Strict Selection" sounds more high-end. If they really rent a shabby stall, they may not be able to sell the legendary set for a month.

"Of course, ma'am!"

"But we need to know what your definition of good stuff is."

Ron took the lead and acted as a shop assistant with an enthusiastic look on his face.

What is the definition of good stuff?
The white-haired girl stared at the handsome clerk in amazement.

The predecessor of the Stardust Society was the Mage Association, which means that in the field of magic, it is completely incomparable to consortiums such as the Federal Reserve.

However, due to the fact that the Stardust Society is currently only a semi-public and semi-secret organization, the magic props, alchemical potions, and spell scrolls that leak out of it are quite rare on the market.

If she wanted to learn authentic magic, she had to pass the exam and become an investigator. However, she had already failed three times.

Seeing the new customer lost in thought, Ron immediately added:

"Our good stuff isn't the usual mediocre junk, but a legendary set that's closely tied to our president."

Legendary set!

It is also closely related to Lady Olivia!

The white-haired girl's eyes sparkled, and a blush of excitement appeared on her fair face.

As soon as she heard the words "Legendary Set", she knew she had come to the right place!

As a magician from a reputable academy, no one would be so ignorant as not to have heard of Olivia's name.

Even though she was wealthy and her elders were ministers in the kingdom's army, she had no chance to meet Lady Olivia.

He is the leader of the Mage Association and the pinnacle of the magician profession in the Oran Kingdom!

Wait, is this guy a liar?
Even among the Stardust Club's internal staff, few people have access to Lady Olivia.
The white-haired girl, who knew the Stardust Club very well, suddenly became alert.

Her eyes scanned Ron up and down, as if trying to find his flaws.

But when the girl's eyes fell on Ron's waist, she suddenly stopped.

A silver and black long sword hung at his waist.
That is Lady Olivia's "Star Sword".

She had seen the illustration of this sword in the Stardust Chronicles, Olivia chapter.

Who is this guy? How could he have the sword that Lady Olivia wore when she was young?

The white-haired girl was stunned, and the look she gave Ron was no longer filled with suspicion, but with endless desire.

"How much is the long sword on your waist? I'll buy it!"

"I'm sorry, but this sword belongs to me. I won't sell it."

Ron spoke righteously.

It's so funny. If he sells the sword given by the president today, he will probably be kicked to death tomorrow.

"You're not selling it? Don't you sell Lady Olivia's legendary suit here? Why aren't you selling her personal sword?"

The white-haired girl adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and suddenly looked a little angry.

You won't sell it to me? Are you underestimating me, Lady Olivia, the president of the Solo Promotion Association?

I'll gather all the members and smash up your crappy store someday!
The white-haired girl thought so, but before she could take the next step, Ron suddenly turned around and yanked off the red cloth on the glass case that Sid Flores had set up.

A fresh and elegant peach scent entered the girl's nose, and she was suddenly stunned, her cheeks flushed red like a ripe apple.

"Yes, it's Lady Olivia's body scent~"

"Hey hey hey"

That's right, she once bought a cushion that Olivia was said to have sat on, and after she drank the hound potion, the smell she smelled on it was this peach scent.

She smiled foolishly, staring at the wrinkled uniform without blinking, and finally understood the meaning behind the legendary suit.

The white-haired girl's eyes swept over the coat and trousers, pausing reluctantly for a few seconds on the two long boots. She still felt a little lost.

Although the "Legendary Set" far exceeded her expectations, it still felt a little lacking.

"How much are these things? I want them all!"

"By the way, your legendary suit is incomplete. It doesn't even include Lady Olivia's underwear."

"What kind of panties would Lady Olivia, such a strong woman, wear? I really want to put them on my head so that I can smell Lady Olivia's most private scent day and night~"

Ron was silent.

The people in the royal capital were much more perverted than he thought.

(End of this chapter)