Chapter 187: This Counts As Legendary?
“Looks like it worked.” A magnetic voice came from behind.
Anse turned his head and saw Delilah standing with her arms crossed at the corridor corner, facing sideways to him, her stunning body curves fully exposed.
“Weren’t you waiting for me in the dining room?”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” Delilah’s lips curved up, “After making a fortune, you wouldn’t just run back home, right?”
“Just sold a few first ring spells.” Anse shrugged, “Gold alone.”
“Eh, not making money when you can?” Delilah raised an eyebrow, “You might not be able to sell them next time you come.”
If the Magic Research Society offered a bounty for enough spells, they might stop buying them.
“Doesn’t matter.” Anse’s expression was calm; it wasn’t that he didn’t care, but he had confidence in the spells produced by the character card.
“Going shopping now?” Delilah beckoned with her finger.
“Let’s go.” Seeing she still wasn’t showing her cards, Anse simply played dumb too—a free guide shouldn’t go to waste.
Since Gianda knew her and hadn’t warned him to stay away, Delilah’s reputation wasn’t bad.
The two went downstairs together, passed through the trading market, returned to the dining room, and then headed straight to the second floor.
In view was a shop about the same size as the first-floor dining room, laid out like an exhibition hall, with few goods, each on its own unique display stand.
Similar goods were placed together, still fairly organized.
There weren’t many people in the shop, about a dozen, mostly lone travelers.
“Items sold here start at rare quality, but the prices aren’t cheap, with some premium.” Delilah explained softly.
“Are there legendary items?” Anse asked.
“Hehe, yes!” Delilah’s lips curved, and she stepped inside, “Follow me.”
Anse followed.
A ghostly shop assistant saw this and trailed behind the two.
The inner side of the shop was relatively spacious, with a row of over a dozen stone pillars against one wall, but only three had magical items on them, sealed by hemispherical magic barriers—look but don’t touch.
Delilah gestured with her hand, indicating Anse should look himself.
Anse approached a stone pillar display, with two parchment sheets beside it: one titled appraisal document, the other marked trading rules, both in the Common Tongue of Toril.
He decisively picked up the trading rules and read them carefully.
“Trade for item of same grade, seeking melee weapon, great weapon preferred; interested parties please leave weapon details and meeting time… Consignor: Astral Sea Traveler No.5679.”
The content was very brief, yet it filled Anse with disappointment.
Thinking about it, professionals with legendary equipment must be very powerful, so making money shouldn’t be hard; they wouldn’t casually sell legendary equipment.
Putting himself in their shoes, if someone wanted to buy Anse’s 「Aegis of Euryale」 with gold, he probably wouldn’t sell… right.
Fine, at least he definitely wouldn’t sell the 「Book of Castella」.
He picked up the appraisal document beside it; the item name was strikingly prominent: 「Crown of Storms」.
This crown not only provided lightning and thunder resistance, but could also transform into storm herald form, with eyes emitting bright white light, body flickering with electrical energy, able to fly and cast lightning bolt.
However, the thunder wave spell attached to it was basically useless, extremely unstable in the current mana environment.
‘Very useful for non-spellcasters, what a pity.’
He already had lightning resistance himself, with spell power far stronger than lightning bolt; he really didn’t need it.
Seeing his expression, Delilah couldn’t help but chuckle: “This Crown of Storms is the best among recently appeared legendary items.”
“Hm?” Anse was stunned, a bad premonition rising in his heart; he immediately turned to the adjacent display, which held a silver canister.
【Magical Item: Sovereign Glue】
「Type」: Curio
「Rarity」: Legendary
This white, viscous substance can permanently bond any two objects together; current stock: 7 ounces.
One ounce of sovereign glue covers 1 square foot of surface and solidifies after 1 minute. Once solidified, the bonded objects can only be separated by universal solvent, oil of etherealness, or the wish spell.
“Never seen it before, huh?” Delilah giggled, her chest trembling.
Anse glanced at her and said helplessly, “Never seen it.”
Sovereign glue wasn’t completely useless, but it really didn’t live up to the name of a legendary item.
He reluctantly checked the price again; no bartering this time—four thousand pounds of gold to buy it, equivalent to 200,000 gold coins—but who would spend 200,000 gold coins on a can of glue?
He definitely wouldn’t; he couldn’t think of any scenario where it was absolutely necessary.
“You won’t be unfamiliar with the last one.” Delilah sauntered cat-like to the third display, picked up the appraisal document, and handed it to Anse.
Anse took it and immediately narrowed his eyes.
The Wheel of Fortune Card!
He immediately looked at the magic barrier and indeed saw two cards placed side by side, one black and one white, with blank faces, no words or images.
Checking the trading rules, it wasn’t bartering: 2,400 pounds of gold per card, equivalent to 120,000 gold coins.
Generally, the actual transaction price of legendary items couldn’t be below 200,000 gold coins—that was the threshold for legendary quality, and even with money, you might not get one.
The Wheel of Fortune Card was a bit special: one card or a full deck both legendary quality, card effects random, with a one-third chance of danger; value hard to assess, fluctuating wildly.
If you got lucky with the draw, the magical effect could rival legendary items. If unlucky, there’d be no future.
But Anse was different; the dice could detect the uncertainty of the Wheel of Fortune Card. Whether he’d recoup costs was uncertain, but he could certainly seize good luck.
Seeing Anse hesitate for a while, Delilah’s smile faded, and she warned, “Hey, you’re not Timora’s bastard; don’t get yourself killed.”
Anse’s talent was exceptional; he had no need to gamble his life—that was for desperate gamblers.
“I know. I’m planning to sell them to someone else; might even make a profit.” Anse laughed and casually made up a reason.
Delilah eyed him suspiciously but said nothing more.
Anse waved to the male ghost behind and pointed at the display: “I want these two Wheel of Fortune Cards; can you make it cheaper?”
The male ghost looked at Anse, a glint of spiritual light in his eyes: “Mr. 9528, this is a consignment item; you can only negotiate with the seller. The seller is… Traveler No.43960, irregular visits; I can help you schedule.”
“Forget it.” Anse waved it off, then asked doubtfully, “Why are there travelers with numbers much higher than mine?”
“Because identity plaques can’t be reported lost or replaced; once we detect a plaque destroyed, we seal the related data, but the number continues to be used.” The male ghost explained.
“Oh.” Anse understood; no wonder these ghosts knew his number without him showing the plaque—there must be detection, maybe even tracking.
‘If Traveler’s Respite decides to screw me over, I’m dead for sure?’ He was secretly alarmed.
“I want to buy these two Wheel of Fortune Cards.” He hesitated no longer, just wanting to buy quickly and leave.
“Sir, follow me.”
“Okay.”
Traveler’s Respite was pay first, service later.
Anse and Delilah followed the ghostly attendant into the sealed trading room beside the counter, completed a 4,800-pound gold transaction with a tiefling elder, then returned to the counter with the purchase receipt.
By now, the two Wheel of Fortune Cards had been placed in a small box on the counter.
After appraising them with the dice and confirming no issues, Anse stowed them in the dragonhide pouch.
Various gazes fell on him from around, meanings unclear; after all, not everyone had the wealth to buy legendary items.
