Wizard Earl

Chapter 89 Shopping (Please add to your favorites and vote!)

Because Mr. Mustafa had already given a warning, although the people in the hall still had some questions, no one dared to speak out further since Mr. Mustafa was clearly unwilling to elaborate. They all pondered silently. After a long while, a dwarf, who was only about 1.3 meters tall and wore a mask, stood up from his chair and chuckled, "Although I'm wearing a mask, you can tell what kind of race I am from my height. Anyway, today I've brought some treasures for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dwarf opened his briefcase and placed it on the table next to him. A pile of strangely shaped and differently colored minerals immediately appeared in front of everyone in the hall.

As his gaze swept over the minerals, a sharp glint immediately appeared in Connor's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, befitting an alchemist.

"I do not accept barter or any financial products; I only accept Imperial Gold Pounds!" Seeing that everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on the minerals in his briefcase, the short man said with satisfaction:

Calless copper, purple gold sand, blue demon gold... Connor silently rattled off these bizarre mineral names, but inwardly cursed, "FUCK!"

Damn it, did this little Solon dwarf dig up his entire lair? How come he has so many good things?

The word "Solon" means dwarf in Byzantine. After the fall of the great Byzantine Empire, the surviving dwarves called themselves the Solon. Perhaps due to their racial talent, the Solon people are extremely skilled at finding ores and crafting enchanted items.

The Soren people live in what is now the southern border of the Kaman Empire. Although they have never been officially recognized by the Kaman Empire or the two major churches, the Soren people have reached a tacit understanding with the Empire and the Church. The Soren people are not allowed to leave the southern border easily and must pay tribute to the Empire and the Church with a large amount of minerals every year.

Although he didn't know how this Soren man had crossed several provinces to appear in Ruen City on the western coast of the Empire, thousands of miles away from the southern border of the Empire, Connor knew that the minerals in the Soren man's hands were not for him. According to Connor's observation, although the amount of minerals in the Soren man's suitcase was not large, each one was an extremely rare treasure, with each type of mineral having a unit price of at least one hundred gold pounds.

One hundred gold pounds—Connor did have some in his wallet, but that was reserved for buying the enhanced Shadow Dagger and repairing the Violet Ring. Moreover, Connor estimated that one hundred gold pounds might not even be enough… Not only that, although the minerals in the Sauron dwarf's briefcase were rare and precious, they were still far too far out of reach for Connor, who could only refine ordinary level one enchanted items at the moment.

With a slight sigh, Connor reluctantly closed his eyes. Since they were not meant to be, he might as well not see them and not be bothered by them!

It must be said that there is a great market for so many rare minerals. Soon, the minerals were bought up piece by piece by the crowd. The short Solon man sold out all the minerals in his suitcase and earned a huge sum of nearly three thousand gold pounds!

Having received this large sum of money, the gentleman had no intention of attending the rest of the gathering. He bowed briefly to Mr. Mustafa, who was seated at the head of the table, and then hurriedly left.

As the Soren gentleman left, no one stood up to continue the transaction for a full five minutes. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something. When the clock in the hall rang, five minutes had passed. The three wizards in the hall stood up at the same time, exchanged wary glances, and then focused their attention on Mr. Mustafa, who was sitting in the main seat.

With a slight smile, Mr. Mustafa nodded as if in agreement. Seeing Mr. Mustafa nod, the three wizards bowed slightly to him and then dashed out like arrows released from a bow!

Having witnessed this scene, and combining it with the security measures Mustafa had taken when leaving after the last party, Connor instantly understood everything.

After the three wizards left, the gathering continued. A burly man wearing a yellow mask stood up, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "I need traces of a potion apprentice named Varga. If the traces are genuine, I'm willing to pay one hundred gold pounds!"

Upon hearing the burly man mention "Varga," Connor's eyes, hidden behind his mask in the corner, sharpened as he discreetly sized up the man wearing the yellow mask.

This burly man was about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a linen robe, and made no attempt to conceal the aura of a senior apprentice he exuded.

However, to his disappointment, no one in the hall made any comment during his full minute-long speech.

"Five hundred gold pounds!" Seeing that no one responded, the burly man wearing the yellow mask raised his bid again.

The bonus was increased fivefold, causing some commotion in the living room, but no one responded to the burly man. The mysterious man then sat back down in his seat with a slightly helpless expression.

Connor observed the actions of the burly man in the yellow mask, pondered for a moment, and shook his head. There were too few clues about this man; he couldn't find any useful information. However, he was certain of one thing: the secret society's secrecy seemed to be very successful. A senior apprentice was considered mid-level in any dark wizarding organization. The fact that they were searching for someone in a place like the Menxing Club meant that they had no information about Varga's whereabouts and had begun to pin their hopes on a lucky break.

Thinking of this, Connor felt much more at ease. Now, Varga was indispensable to Connor, both emotionally and in terms of interests.

As the transaction neared its end, Connor, still searching for the materials he wanted, could only steel himself and stand up, saying, "I need the resin of the Saharan tree, the magic core of the Purple Blood Serpent, and iron essence with a purity of over fifty percent..."

Connor rattled off the names of eight raw materials in one breath. Originally, Connor hadn't planned to reveal all the materials he needed at this gathering, since he was currently using the disguise of a Susoman who had attended the last gathering, and there were bound to be people at this gathering who had attended the last one.

I sold a level-one defensive enchanted item, the Yellow Jade Bracelet, at the last gathering. This time, buying so many raw materials will surely make people realize that I am an alchemist. Once that happens, something terrible might happen!

(End of this chapter)