Beals found Brulee's hesitation a little funny.
A future master alchemist is right beside you, and you're still thinking about your potion? Something fishy must be going on. Maybe Angor wasn't as friendly with Lady Seeley as he thought? Otherwise, why didn't she know who Angor was?
If that was the case, should he help Angor and earn his favor?
Beals considered for a moment and decided not to say anything. After all, the above was only his guess. Moreover, in many cases, excessive solicitude might not be exchanged for a favorable impression, but suspicion.
Since Brulee had decided to accept the materials, Angor didn't waste time. He sorted everything in the room and put them into his space bracelet.
When Angor was done, Beals glanced at the locked door and spoke in a low voice, "Hey there, what's your plan, guest? If you think it's too much trouble, we can help. "
Beals was talking about Shark Man, who was pretending to be a servant.
Angor shook his head. "It's nothing, Captain Beals. Don't bother."
Beals didn't say anything else.
A while later, they walked out of the room while chatting.
Shark Man quickly looked away and didn't dare to look at Angor in the eyes. He waited until they were far away before he followed them and continued his acting.
When they returned to the ruins, Beals pointed at the iron cages. "Our caravan has brought some top-quality goods. If you're interested, you can buy one and bring it back."
Angor recalled the white, slender hand he saw when he entered the room. He couldn't help but look at the golden cage.
Beals noticed Angor's gaze and grinned. "The one in the cage is the most valuable item we brought this time. If you like it, why don't you buy it?"
When Beals said this, the surrounding buyers all stared with wide eyes. Beals didn't even show them the cage, and now he was asking the young man whether he wanted to buy it or not?!
What kind of treatment was this?!
Even though they were complaining in their hearts, these buyers subconsciously moved closer to the center. Whether they could buy it or not was another matter, but to see what kind of top-grade goods it was was indeed in everyone's mind.
"I'm just here to collect the goods. I don't intend to buy anything." With that, he turned to leave.
Beals said, "Why don't you take a look? Maybe you'll really like it."
Beals' words were echoed by the crowd. Someone even asked Angor, "Why don't we take a look and satisfy our curiosity?"
Angor considered for a moment and nodded. It would not hurt to have a look anyway.
Seeing this, Beals removed the black cloth covering the golden cage, revealing the true appearance of the "goods" inside.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this "piece of trash." Even the members of the merchant group were shocked when they saw her again, even though they had seen her countless times.
Angor was also surprised. When he saw the hand, he assumed it was a human or a humanoid, and judging from the skeleton, it was likely to be a female.
But that was not the case.
Inside it was a half-tree Feather Girl.
The feather girl only had her upper body. Her skin was white as snow, and her body was covered in dense feathers. The feathers varied in size, softness, and hardness. Some grew in circles while others grew in rows. The only thing they all had in common was that they were as white as snow.
There were no feathers on the feather girl's face. Her face was beautiful, but there were no pupils in her eyes.
The feather girl did not have a lower body. Her lower body was a yellow-green tree stump with its roots cut off. She looked like a woman who was struggling to get out of a tree.
However, it was not the "tree" that bound her. She simply turned into a tree.
This half-tree Feather Girl seemed to be able to move her upper body, and even her fingers could move. However, from the perspective of a Magus, she could not be considered a 'human'. She was more like a plant, a mysterious plant.
In the wizarding world, there was a special name for this half-tree feather girl: "Goddess of Spring" Demeter.
According to legends, the "Goddess of Spring" was a goddess who protected the land and nourished nature. She could make the land fertile, make plants flourish, and change the environment. The Demeter had a similar effect. However, the area she could protect was determined by her age. The older she was, the wider the area she could protect.
He once saw a Parmigi Winged Man selling himself at Twilight Auction, so he decided to do some research on the Winged Men. It was said that a sage of the Chevy Feathermen Clan once chose a godly tree to transform into a tree before he died. Tens of thousands of years later, this tree could protect an area as large as the entire Ferran Continent.
The older a tree feather girl was, the more valuable it would be.
The Demeter in front of him didn't look very old. Judging from the patterns on the tree stump, she was only 13 years old.
Maybe it was because she had no roots, so she couldn't absorb nutrients from the earth. Or maybe it was because she was cut off and couldn't enjoy the power of nature … The Demeter began to shed tears.
In her pure white eyes, snow-like tears fell slowly, finally landing in a glass bottle at the bottom of the cage.
— — The Demeter's Tear was a material used to grow magic plants, so it had a certain value.
"This is a wild Demeter that our caravan team found in the Maranben Highlands. Are you interested?" Beals didn't even look at the surprised buyers. Instead, he kept his eyes on Angor.
Beals was planning to sell the unowned wild Demeter to Sky Auction, but he didn't mind selling it to Angor if the latter was willing to buy it.
As for others, he wouldn't sell it even if they had the money.
Thus, when someone was tempted and prepared to bid, Beals' gaze was like a cold knife, and the other party immediately shut up.
Shark Man was also staring at the Demeter in awe. As far as he knew, the Demeter could not only improve the earth, but also adjust the concentration of primal mana in the area she protected. This was a rare treasure for any wizard.
Since the Demeter was related to the Winged Clan, it wasn't easy to sell it on the surface. Only wild Demeter could be found.
This was why the Demeter was so valuable.
Shark Man gulped. If he could get his hands on the Demeter, it would be worth hundreds of years of looting in Sin Tower. But no matter how good the Demeter was, it was not as important as his own life. Shark Man slowly looked at Angor. Since Beals only asked about him, did that mean … he could afford the Demeter? Did that mean he didn't only fail this time, but also at the edge of the Bottomless Abyss?
Angor didn't care about Shark Man's complicated thoughts. All his attention was on the Demeter.
Sunders once mentioned that he wanted to plant a Demeter on Phantom Island. But since Brute Cavern and the Parmigi Winged Clan were always on good terms, they couldn't buy one. So they had to find another way to replace the Demeter.
Phantom Island relied on magic arrays to adjust the concentration of primal mana. The Demonic Beasts' dung were used to nourish the earth. The Phantom Servants were also responsible for the growth of plants.
With the Demeter, Angor could save a lot of effort.
Truth be told, Angor didn't even consider buying anything before Beals removed the black cloth. But when he saw the Demeter in the cage, he was tempted.
The Demeter was very useful for supernaturals, especially when it came to adjusting the concentration of primal mana. Angor's progress was too fast, so he couldn't use the Demeter for now. But his brother, Leon, had already begun to understand the world of supernaturals.
Moreover, the area guarded by the Demeter would have a strong life force. It might even have a slow effect on Chown's body.
That was why Angor was interested.
"I wonder if you've changed your mind after seeing this?" Beals laughed.
Angor remained silent for a while. "Captain Beals, you've really given me a dilemma."
"I see. So you're interested? If so, I'm willing to give you an honest price. How about we become friends? "
Beals used a voice transmission spell to give Angor a price.
The onlookers complained in their minds about Beals' scheme. But they had no choice. Even if Beals didn't do that, he wouldn't sell them the item anyway.
Beals' serious attitude made them even more curious about Angor's identity.
Ten thousand magic crystals. That was the price that Beals quoted. It wasn't too expensive, and if it was put in an auction, it would be worth at least 50,000 mana crystals.
Angor glanced at the Demeter who was still crying. He considered and nodded to Beals.
"Alright, deal."
Beals smiled and pointed at the stone house. "In order to facilitate the transaction, it looks like we'll have to go in again."
When Beals and Angor disappeared into the house, the onlookers began to discuss among themselves. They didn't know how much the item cost, but they knew it wouldn't be cheap. That young man could afford it? And why was Beals treating him so respectfully? Who was he?
Rossum, the vice captain of Ashen Time, noticed that several of them were looking at Angor with strange expressions. They even sent their servants to sneak away. It seemed they were planning to take advantage of the situation.
Rossum smiled coldly and walked to one of his men. He whispered something to him and disappeared.
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