The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Mr. Goat fell silent, seemingly unsure of what to do. After a moment, he asked in a low voice:

"Could you explain the effects of this magical item in detail?"

"Of course, no problem." The woman opposite chuckled and replied without hesitation, "Wearing it can help you quickly enter a state of concentration when performing some delicate rituals or studying complex documents. In addition, it slightly enhances the speed of spiritual response."

The man in the goat mask nodded slightly. He knew that the "Tranquil Silk" he had brought was of limited value and insufficient to exchange for the entire magical item, so he took the initiative to inquire:

"Okay, name your price, and how much of the difference do I need to pay?"

"After all, it's just a supplementary magical item, so adding another two hundred pounds will be enough," the woman said decisively.

After a brief confirmation, the two finally reached a deal in the presence of "Mr. Y," and agreed that the host would complete the handover of the items after the party.

Once the transaction was completed, the free exchange session continued.

This time, it was a broad-shouldered man with well-defined muscles who stood up; his voice was deep and powerful.

"I need specific information about the fate of 'The Lighthouse,' or any relevant clues. The reward will be determined based on the importance of the information provided."

A while passed, and no one responded.

Just as the burly man frowned slightly, another man wearing a wooden mask shrugged and broke the silence with a rather helpless tone:

"As far as I know, those who ascend through this path are almost extinct, and there are very few records of them. You'll probably find it hard to find the information you need here."

Since it was just a friendly reminder, he didn't ask for any fees, treating it as a free piece of information. Upon hearing this, the burly man stopped talking and simply sat silently in his seat.

The next person to post a request was a man wearing a cold, steel mask.

"I need a reliable way to obtain the 'Molten Core,' or some other little-known method. The reward is a tempered dagger..."

Morian observed silently. The entire process was orderly and efficient. The presence of "Mr. Y" greatly reduced the risk of fraud and conflict in the transaction. No one dared to play tricks or do anything excessive under his supervision.

Everyone's needs were clearly stated, and the items they proposed for exchange were mostly materials, information, primary products, or non-core knowledge.

Knowledge and spiritual materials are often exchanged for gold pounds, while magical items are mostly bartered, since the value of these items is difficult to accurately measure in monetary terms.

If I were to be able to hold a similar extraordinary gathering in the future, it would definitely be of great help in gathering resources and expanding my network of contacts... This thought suddenly popped into Morian's mind.

However, he decided to give up on the plan, since he was not cut out to be a behind-the-scenes boss.

Then several more people made their requests in turn. Some wanted a fragment of an ancient Elvish scripture, some wanted a disguise method to temporarily change their voice and appearance, and others offered to exchange the heart of a highly poisonous winged beetle for certain magical knowledge.

Morian remained a silent observer, memorizing the names of the various materials and hidden information that appeared, intending to wait until the time was right before making his request.

After one round had passed, the person sitting not far from Morian, who had remained silent and wore a light blue mask, finally spoke in a calm tone:

"I have an item here that currently has no or no relevant records, but based on my judgment, it most likely falls into the category of spiritual materials."

After giving a brief explanation, the masked man took out a square wooden box from his pocket, carefully opened it, and then removed the cloth covering it, revealing the contents inside.

In the center of the wooden box lay a crystal about the size of a palm, completely translucent, with a hazy, iridescent sheen.

Inside was a crystal that emitted multiple kinds of light, about the size of a palm.

Many people were drawn to it and stared curiously, but most people just glanced at it and looked away, with no one showing any interest in asking questions.

"Heh, no record of it?" a man wearing a snow leopard mask said in an unfriendly tone.

"Who knows if you just picked a pretty crystal and used it as a spiritual material?"

No one present uttered a word of rebuttal, because what he said was indeed true, and no one was willing to easily gamble away gold pounds for an item whose value could not be determined.

Mr. Y nodded and spoke in a calm tone, offering his guarantee:

"Judging from the faint aura emanating from it, this is indeed a spiritual material."

Upon hearing that the host was willing to vouch for it, some skeptical gazes fell upon the crystal again. Although it could be identified as a spiritual material, its specific function was still unclear, making it difficult to assess its value.

Only Morian's eyes, hidden behind the mask, remained fixed on the scene.

Others might not understand what this was, but he knew it all too well from the description in the text that appeared before him.

【Seven-Colored Crystal】

Top-grade spiritual material! Formed by the continuous illumination of the seven-colored rainbow light over many years, it contains pure and active complex spirituality, making it an excellent medium for creating extraordinary objects!

Using this as the core material to forge alchemical weapons would undoubtedly be the most ideal choice!

"One hundred gold pounds." The holder of the light blue mask ignored the mockery and directly quoted the price.

One hundred gold pounds isn't expensive; getting it for that price is a steal. Morian quickly made the judgment; clearly, the seller didn't know its true value either.

He was about to speak when the lady diagonally opposite him, who had just purchased the "Tranquil Silk," spoke first, her sweet voice ringing out again:

"I'll take this crystal."

Could there be someone who knows its value? Morian didn't have time to think it through and quickly called out his bid:

"I can offer one hundred and fifty pounds."

As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of eyes turned to him. They couldn't understand why anyone would be willing to bid up the price for an item whose value was unknown.

Everyone present looked on with puzzlement, wondering why anyone would be willing to pay more for this.

"Foolish." The snow leopard masked man who had spoken earlier scoffed, crossing his arms and shaking his head repeatedly. "There are actually people in such a hurry to give money away."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand anything. Shut up..." Morian glanced at him sharply, making no attempt to hide his emotions.

Seeing this, the man in the snow leopard mask let out a cold laugh and crossed his arms, looking like he was watching a good show.

The party rules prohibited any form of conflict, so there was naturally no need for me to stop a "fool" from giving me money.

I want to see how stupid you are to jump into this "fire pit".