"If you want me to take you with me, you should come back early instead of making me wait so long..."
In the dark alley of the East District, two figures, one large and one small, were mixed under the dim moonlight, walking towards the depths of the winding and complicated alleyway.
Ravens glanced at the little man next to him with some displeasure, and said as he walked: "You have to know that I can completely ignore you and go alone."
"Okay, I know I'm wrong, so that's okay." Art also sighed helplessly. He was having a good time at Mamo's house, and he forgot about the agreement with Ravens for a while.
After settling the affairs of his new home last night, Ravens planned to sell the high-level magic stone in his hand. Although Corando said that this thing is quite rare and can hardly be seen in Dunmuer.
The price is unmarketable and so on, but Ravens, as a witcher, still plans to sell it. One reason is that it is no longer needed, and another is the lack of money.
And since its price is so high, of course it cannot be sold on the ordinary black market. Ravens naturally chose an underground auction house. He only needed to set a minimum price and then watch others grab it.
Just give yourself money.
After Ravens shared this matter with Art, this brat clamored to go and have a look together. At that time, Ravens thought it would be okay to bring someone there, so he agreed.
But unexpectedly, this guy only came home after it was completely dark. Adhering to the attitude of putting credibility first, Ravens still waited until he came home.
"But are you really not going to sell yours?" Ravens didn't want to go into details, and turned to Art and asked: "If the two are sold together, the base price can be higher, and the minimum price can be higher.
The same applies to the price increase. When the time comes, we can split it equally."
"It's better to keep it for now. Maybe there will be a chance to use it in the future." Art waved his hand and replied. As a hamster party, the things collected will not be used easily... except for money, of course.
And this high-level magic stone is not useless now. If you want to enter the bottle portal again, you must keep a high-level magic stone to activate the teleportation array to leave there.
"Okay, whatever you want. But you have to remember that you are not allowed to say anything in this kind of auction house. You have to keep quiet. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I will keep quiet." Art nodded indifferently, and then took note of the path he took as he walked, hoping that one day he would use this auction house.
This underground auction house was indeed well hidden. After wandering around for a long time, Art and Ravens finally stopped in front of a rather large building that was somewhat similar to an abandoned factory on Earth.
"Here we are, right here." Ravens pointed at the building in front of him. People with their faces covered or wearing cloaks were entering the various hidden paths around them one after another. It seemed that there was no need to do anything.
Identity verification and admission fees.
"Be careful to pull your cloak down a little. It's best not to be seen by others." Ravens reminded Art who was looking around, then pulled the hat on his forehead, pulled Art and walked towards the building.
After entering the front door, Art discovered that there were many people with weapons hidden in the shadows on both sides of the passage. However, they did not do anything to the people passing by. They just looked around cautiously and carefully, as if they were on guard.
What.
After walking a short distance, Art saw a 'no talking' sign, surrounded by some warning tips and some process instructions. The process was quite detailed and standardized, and it was completely like a rule-based process.
It is an institutional organization, not an auction house set up by local gangsters at will, and as long as you follow their steps, you really don't need to say a word.
In front of this sign, Ravens patted Art on the shoulder, pointed at his face with his index finger, and then pointed at himself with his thumb, indicating that Art should follow him closely.
Art also nodded nervously and excitedly, and tightly grasped the corner of Ravens' clothes.
After walking through this intersection, the entire field of vision immediately became bright and open-minded. Rows of wooden tables and chairs were neatly arranged on both sides. At the end of the field of vision was a high exhibition stand covered with a red carpet.
Although Art wasted a lot of time, the current time period is still relatively early. There are only less than twenty people on the tables and chairs in front of the booth. And because of the ban on speaking, the entire place is quite quiet.
I could only vaguely hear the sounds of walking and turning books.
Ravens did not sit down directly, but avoided the large room and instead went around to the door of a relatively hidden small room, and then knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Because the surroundings were too quiet, this "please come in" scared Art to shiver, and he glanced at Ravens slightly anxiously. But Ravens didn't change much, and he still looked ordinary.
state, and easily turned the door handle.
This room is not big, only about one square meter in size. A table divides this small room into two parts. Behind the table is a middle-aged man wearing a mask. He is slightly fat and wears a
It can be seen from his appearance that he must be a somewhat wealthy businessman.
As Art and Ravens squeezed into the room, the door closed automatically.
"Okay, you can talk when you get here." The middle-aged masked man gently patted the table and said: "Tell me about your exhibits. There is still one hour before the auction starts. As long as you
The items are not very cheap, but there is still a chance that they will be available immediately.”
"Ahem, this is what I want to sell." Ravens lowered his voice awkwardly, sounding like a strangled drake calling.
With that said, Ravens took out a pure green round gem from his pocket and carefully placed it on the table in front of him.
"Well... let me take a look." The middle-aged masked man picked up the precious gem with some interest, looked at it all over the place, put it on the table quite casually, and asked: "You know
What is this?"
"High-level magic stone, personally identified by a high-level magician." Ravens did not show any worry, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the masked man in front of him coldly.
The middle-aged masked man looked at Ravens through the eye holes of the pure white mask without any features. After the two sides stared at each other for almost twenty seconds, the masked man finally shrugged and said with a wry smile:
"Indeed, it is indeed a high-level magic stone. It is a very rare high-level magic stone. The base price can be set at around fifteen gold coins. If the price is increased, it should be at least one gold coin. What are your intentions, sir?"