Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong-Chapter 68 - : Chapter 68: Sanders’ Trading Conference
Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Sanders’ Trading Conference
Translator: 549690339
“Welcome, dear guests. Are you here for shopping? Please head to the left and go upstairs, where a dedicated staff member will assist you.”
Just as they approached, they saw a pretty young maid who bowed slightly and spoke in a very polite manner.
“We have some idle items and would like your establishment to appraise them.” Leo Ray responded with a slight wave of his hand.
At this moment, the five of them have already put on the hooded caps that Serena Clark found somewhere, completely covering their faces.
Of course, these short hooded caps could only cover their faces, while their attire remained unconcealed.
“So, the gentlemen would like to sell items. Please, follow me.”
Hearing this, the pretty maid walked out from behind the counter, the rhythmic tapping of her black high heels sounding on the smooth marble floor as she gestured for them to follow.
Thus, they followed the pretty maid all the way, walking down a staircase at the far end of the luxurious hall, before arriving at a small underground reception room.
There were four fully armed guards in the reception room, each stationed in a different corner.
After sensing with Leo Ray, the aura of the three guards was roughly equal to his own; and the other one was clearly higher than him, probably at Tier 2.
At the end of the reception room, there was a completely enclosed counter.
The long counter was separated by a special glass material that isolated it from the outside world.
Sometimes, flashes of thick magical light flickered above it. It seemed to be protected by some sort of powerful defensive magic.
“Sir, this is the appraisal area. Our Sanders’ Trading Conference has a team of experienced appraisers who can accurately assess the value of the items you provide. Don’t worry.”
After guiding Leo Ray to take a seat in front of the counter, the pretty maid bowed again and pressed the bell on the counter.
Unavoidably, Leo Ray caught sight of the scenery under the maid’s skirt, and a nearly imperceptible cunning light flashed in his eyes before he nodded slightly.
The pretty maid was warm and sincere in her attitude, not showing any indifference or impatience because of their rather ordinary attire hidden beneath their hoods. This made people quite satisfied.
At the same time, it also perfectly deprived Leo Ray of a chance to lose face.
It didn’t take long for the heavy metal door behind the counter to open, and a languid middle-aged man walked out slowly. “Sir, please show me the items you want to sell.”
He had seen too many penniless people who needed money yet couldn’t bear to show their faces.
“Dressed ordinarily and having an ordinary aura.
They’re probably a group of rookies who just joined the mercenary team, trying to sell some junk items they got from unscrupulous employers as payment for their services.”
With that in mind, the middle-aged appraiser yawned without any attempt to hide it. All he wanted now was to quickly dismiss these thin-skinned rookies and go back to taking his nap.
Seeing the appraiser finally reveal an indifferent expression, Leo Ray silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart.
Good fellow, his chance finally came.
“Stella, give me your weapon.”
Taking the Tier 1 Short Blade that the twin sister had temporarily swapped for, Leo Ray said courteously, “Please help me determine its approximate value. Thank you, Your Excellency.”
“Oh? A dagger?”
Taking the weapon that Leo Ray handed over through the counter window, the middle-aged appraiser touched the blade, scanned it briefly, and then answered without hesitation, “Made of pig iron, Tier 1, well-crafted. If we buy it, it’ll be worth about 5 Gold Dragons.”
“Five Gold Dragons…” On the other side, Leo Ray showed a thoughtful expression.
Through his observations on the street and inquiries to Taylor and others, he had basically figured out the currency system of this world.
Because the backside of the currency was all printed with the emblem of a flying dragon, they were simply called Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, and Copper Dragons.
One Gold Dragon equaled one hundred Silver Dragons and ten thousand Copper Dragons.
As for purchasing power, one Silver Dragon could buy a single serving of coarse bread, while three Silver Dragons could buy a large cup of freshly squeezed fruit juice.
“Your Excellency, please take a look at this one.”
Returning the Short Blade to Stella, Leo Ray then took the weapon from his waist.
What he was carrying now was, of course, not the Tier 3 Flowing Light Sword, but the Tier 2 Falling Moon Blade.
“Tier 2 Weapon?” Once again taking the Falling Moon Blade, the middle-aged appraiser’s face changed slightly, his drowsy eyes noticeably brightening.
There was no doubt that this class of weapon was not something ordinary rookie mercenaries could casually afford.
After a careful examination, the languid voice of the middle-aged appraiser turned serious, and he said solemnly, “Sir, this long blade is meticulously crafted with top-quality materials; it’s regarded as an upper-middle tier within Tier 2 weapons.
If we buy it, we can round it up to 100 Gold Dragons.”
“100 Gold Dragons?” Upon hearing this, the pretty maid couldn’t help but reveal a surprised look. After all, her monthly salary was only 9 Gold Dragons.
After re-attaching the weapon to his waist, Leo Ray concentrated, and a dazzling longsword appeared in his hand.
“Your Excellency, this weapon is from a friend who asked me to inquire; please tell me how much it’s worth.”
Then, a playful smile appeared on Leo Ray’s face hidden beneath the hood, and he made a fictitious friend.
This time, the middle-aged appraiser’s eyes widened, and he was fully awake; he even involuntarily used respectful language.
What really surprised him was not the obviously high-grade weapon in Leo Ray’s hand that emitted an unusual radiance, but the way Leo Ray retrieved the weapon just now.
“A weapon that appears out of thin air and the fluctuations of spatial energy…
This gentleman must have a storage space, no doubt!”
It should be known that storage space is a rare and valuable item created by Tier 4 or higher spatial magicians after exhausting a large amount of magic power and time.
Even a I-cubic-meter space is invaluable, almost exclusive to royal families, aristocrats, and wealthy merchants.
Let alone ordinary people, in this large Cyan Town, such treasures are few and far between, and are absolutely symbols of identity and wealth!
With that, the middle-aged appraiser’s gaze fell again on the weapon in Leo Ray’s hand, and he couldn’t help but swallow another mouthful of saliva..
