The interior of the auction house in Maria's Market was not big. It was like a small, dimly lit theater. Around the 'stage' in the center, rows of chairs were arranged in a trapezoidal shape, but these were the seats for the ordinary guests. Around the four walls of the 'theater,' private rooms decorated with silk and satin were distributed next to each other. There was a total of three floors. There was a brass telescope mounted on a mahogany shelf in the private room so that the nobles could carefully look at the goods in the center of the table.
The cripple had the means to book a box for Brando, but the young man refused. His purpose in coming was not to attract attention, and participation was secondary. He just wanted to see if there were any unexpected gains.
A group of people took their number at the entrance and then sat down. Although Brando looked relaxed, in fact, he always had a crossbow tied under his Knight's attire. The cursed crossbow made by Tamar was loaded in the box, ready for emergencies.
Wohnde's crossbow was a sophisticated weapon, and its sight was like a standing box. It was difficult for a novice to use it flexibly. However, Brando's' Mercenary 'class gave him the skill' Familiar with Weapons', and the knowledge generated in his mind allowed him to use the delicate weapon like a seasoned mercenary. He even made a simple aiming device on the ring to calibrate the weapon during actual shooting.
Not long after Brando sat down, and the auction had not yet started. The cripple, who was wearing a long cloak and in disguise, came to sit next to them. The cripple looked carefully and then replied, "My lord, the poisoned daggers and the potions have been sold. The daggers were wanted by the Brotherhood. Don't worry, they are very generous. One dagger for 2,500 Tor, and they did not ask the seller."
In the underground trade, not every transaction was made in the auction house. In fact, most transactions were done in private. The seller and the buyer made the transaction through middlemen like the cripple. Sometimes there were even several middlemen, which was safe and secretive. The buyer only needed to pay a small sum of money for the middleman as a reward and as a hush money.
In Braggs's grey domain, no one had a bigger mouth than these people, and no one had a tighter mouth than these people. Everything was relative.
"Where's the potion?" Brando pretended to ask the staff on the platform below to arrange the potion, but he was actually asking about something unrelated. He was well aware of the rules of the underground trade fair. Items like poisoned daggers and mana potions that were branded with pseudo-magic would generally not be put on the table.
"The potions are a little more troublesome. The person in charge of the Tower of Stars and Moon has been asking about the creator of these potions. They seem to be saying that the method of making mana potions has not been circulated outside for a long time. They said something like this: 'The Wizard Guild welcomes professional alchemists to join us.'" As the cripple spoke, he used his small eyes to observe Brando's expression.
He wanted to see how Brando would react. If the young man found this information useful, he might even praise him. Whenever his position in the group became more stable, he would feel more at ease.
If Brando felt that the problem was troublesome, the cripple would feel a sense of satisfaction from taking revenge. Even though he was in the same boat as Amandina, other than fear and apprehension, there was also a trace of unwillingness in his heart.
However, the cripple might have the same thoughts as Amandina. He looked at Brando, hoping that he would get rich with him, but also wanting to see him suffer.
However, Brando only shook his head and replied without leaving a trace: "My friend is not interested in this. You should just tell me the situation of the trade, cripple."
[Seems like I'm not wrong. Mana potions are much rarer in this world compared to the 'Amber Sword'.]
"Each potion costs a thousand Tor, so the total is thirty thousand Tor." The cripple did not show the disappointment in his heart on his face.
Brando nodded. The dagger's price was twenty-five percent higher than he expected, and the mana potion's price was also far beyond his expectations. Moonprimrose, Black Mage, and Fluorescent Moss were all very common magic materials, but according to this price, a single mana potion's profit was more than two hundred percent.
This was a huge profit.
He immediately categorized this item in his heart as a long-term cash cow. Brando could not help but look back at the Roman. If the mana potion was used as a brand, it would not be impossible for the little Roman to establish a merchant guild.
The Roman of course noticed Brando's gaze, and could not help but raise her eyebrows. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and praised without reservation: "Half of a hundred thousand, Brando, it's just as you said! I knew that Brando would be able to do it! "
"The best part is yet to come, Roman lady." The Shire sat down behind Brando and replied with a smile.
"No, The Shire, you must have misunderstood! Our merchant lady is just reminding me that this hundred thousand Tor is her capital. "Brando looked down at the table below and said without a change in expression.
The merchant lady did not feel embarrassed at all as if her thoughts were exposed. Instead, she was like a little fox that had taken advantage of the situation as she covered her mouth and giggled proudly.
Amandina who was behind The Shire could not help but raise her eyebrows slightly when she saw this scene. She was born in a noble family, and it was not like she had not handled tens of thousands of Tor in cash before. However, it was impossible for someone like Brando and the Roman to talk and laugh as if it was nothing.
After all, even though her family could be considered to be well-off, that was all there was to it.
Thus, when she saw this scene, it proved that this young Knight's family was definitely not simple, even though he came out to roam the world alone.
However, this young lady was obviously wrong. The Roman did not have any concept of money at all. Brando had handled tens of millions of Tor's money in the game, and naturally did not put these small matters in his eyes. However, it was impossible to say what kind of background he had.
The lights in the 'circular theater' suddenly dimmed. The group turned around and noticed that the surrounding staff had extinguished half of the torches on the walls. It seemed like the auction was about to begin.
Roen lowered his voice and said: "If it was in the private room, the list of the auction would have been sent to the nobles by now. My lord, is there anything you want? "
"I don't know yet."
Brando looked at the central stage that lit up: "Speaking of which, did they cause trouble for you after that?"
Roen shook his head: "As you expected, everyone knows that you and Mister Batom forced me to go to the streets of the Grey Rat Tribe. After that, Tirste's men came looking for me, but I said that I did not know you —"
"It sounds like you're not happy about it?" Batom teased.
"I wouldn't dare." Now that Roen understood Batom's position, he was naturally not as submissive as before. He looked at the stage below and changed the topic: "Speaking of which, my lord, what's your ideal price for that sword? In my opinion, it's a perfect piece of art."
Brando knew that Roen was talking about the Dwarven sword that was forged from a Brass grade magic weapon. He thought for a moment and estimated: "At least a hundred thousand to a hundred and fifty thousand Tor coins."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amandina who was behind him let out a soft 'ah'. Everyone was stunned and turned around to see her blushing and waving her hands: "S-sorry, it's fine."
She could not help but lightly press her chest to prevent her heart from beating too fast. Amandina's light blue eyes flashed with a bright light. A hundred and fifty thousand Tor coins was equivalent to a hundred and fifty Erouine coins. As his aide, she understood Brando's financial situation. It could be said that when they came in, they were empty-handed, but in the blink of an eye, they had a fortune that was comparable to the lifetime savings of a small noble.
Two hundred thousand Tor coins was not impossible to buy a Knight in a remote village.
To a girl like Amandina who was born in a noble family and possessed a certain level of intelligence, money should be invested into the next step of reproduction in order to be considered liquid wealth. In the past, she was addicted to her own designs to the point that she ran out of money, but a smart person would not make the same mistake twice.
She quickly calculated what she could do with two hundred thousand Tor coins. With so much money, whether it was business or development, it seemed like the path was open. She estimated that with this amount of money, she could increase its value by thirty percent in a year.
But she immediately frowned. She recommended herself to be Brando's aide, and the young Knight did not object, but it was hard to say if he would let her do as she pleased with such a large sum of money.
But Brando saw the change in her expression and could not help but ask: "Miss Amandina?"
"What?" Amandina was taken aback and raised her head.
"Are you thinking about the problem of our funds?" Brando asked.
Amandina's face turned slightly red, but she quickly returned to normal. The girl nodded seriously and replied: "Yes, as your aide. I feel that I need to consider this problem — "
As she spoke, she looked at the Roman without confidence. After all, as Brando's fiancée in name, she seemed to have the right to speak in this matter.
However, the merchant lady was smiling, as sweet as ever.
Brando listened with a thoughtful expression and looked at the others before replying: "If you have any ideas, I can divide the money into two. One for you, and the other for the Roman. You can use the money however you want, but —"
Before he finished, Amandina showed an expression of disbelief: "Mister Knight, are you serious?"
Brando nodded matter-of-factly. This was his habit as the leader of 'The Amber Sword'. He never doubted the people he used, or it could be said that he tested a person's ability by letting them do as they pleased.
The girl took a deep breath and nodded seriously: "I will definitely use this money well for you, Mister Knight. I have already thought of a plan that can increase the value of this money in a short period of time …"
"No, I'm giving you this money because I want to tell you that I'm not going to give you the money. I am giving it to the little Roman to help me earn money, and Miss Amandina, I want you to help me use the money — "
"Use the money?" Amandina was stunned.
"You'll understand soon enough. Of course, if Miss Amandina is interested, please help our Miss Merchant out. She has a big plan in mind!" Brendel turned his head back and replied. "You'll understand soon enough. Of course, if Miss Amandina is interested, please help our Miss Merchant out. She has a big plan!"
Brando first thought about the matter of the territory. If the little Roman established a merchant guild, it would not be appropriate for it to be connected to the territory. If that was the case, he would need a butler.
Since Amandina volunteered, he was happy to sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor.
"Big plan?" Amandina was stunned. She really could not think of what the 'Merchant Miss' who seemed to be full of energy all day long would have. To be honest, she wanted to dissuade Brando from handing over the important task of earning money to her, but it was not appropriate for her to say anything at the moment.
But she immediately put that thought away because she suddenly remembered something.
Amandina's eyes lit up slightly. She immediately connected all the things that the merchant girl had told her about Braggs' festivals over the past few days. She almost immediately sorted out the general outline of the whole matter from the details.
She thought carefully and turned her head to the side to whisper to The Shire: "Mr. The Shire, before you entered the city, where was the army of Madara?"
"They have been in Dragos for almost half a month." The Shire replied casually. He was stunned for a moment and immediately asked: "You have thought of it? Miss Amandina? "
The Sorcerer's Apprentice couldn't help but be a little surprised. Amandina was able to deduce the cause and effect of the whole matter from just one sentence. It seemed that the Lord's advisor was not an ordinary person.
"If Miss Roman's plan works, then the profit will be at least eighty percent!" Amandina could not help but look at the smiling merchant girl who was talking to Brando in front of her. It was as if she saw another side of her for the first time.
"Miss Roman calculated it to be twice as much." The Shire replied.
"That's because she didn't calculate the channel." Amandina secretly gritted her teeth, feeling a little bit of a blow to her confidence. She thought for a moment and said seriously: "But if we work hard, because of Mr. Cripple, it is not impossible to reach a hundred percent profit … …"
Brando, of course, did not pay attention to the whispering of his two subordinates, because at this moment, the main event of the underground trade fair, the auction, had already begun. What he did not expect was that the first item attracted his interest.
It was a sheepskin scroll that was placed flat under the light. An ancient contract was written on it in the elemental language of the four races. The four corners of the scroll were slightly curled upwards because the four elements of wind, earth, fire, and water forced the edges of the scroll to bend towards the center.
This scroll's existence was to open the path for those who did not have the talent to become an Elementalist. Many nobles used this item to open the door to the world of magic for their children.
There was no doubt that it was worth a lot.
But to Brando, this item was more valuable than a thousand pieces of gold.
Because in his eyes, it only had one name:
'Scroll to Open the Elemental Pool'
(PS: Today I went out to get medical insurance, and after running around for half a day, I was told to get it done before the 20th. Sad. Because of the delay today, that's all for today. I'll write more tomorrow to compensate everyone.
As for the monthly votes, I'll come back tomorrow to ask for them. Right now, Qidian is giving out monthly votes for mobile phone authentication. Everyone can give it a try. If you have the monthly votes, keep them for now. You can give them to me based on my performance tomorrow.)
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