The Sun Festival had just ended, and the Royal City still retained the lingering spirit of the festivities.
The streets and alleys were no longer deserted, as lively crowds could be seen everywhere, and all manner of rchants and shops sprang up like mushrooms after rain, their shouting and laughter rising and falling in waves.
All the gates of the Royal City were wide open, with a constant stream of carriages coming and going.
With the end of the Black Tide, the city’s defense system returned to normal, and the "bad weather" was over, a sight that would continue for a long ti.
What displeased Rod was that the dicine Woman’s business seed to have improved a lot.
A large number of hunters were gathered inside her stone house to purchase all sorts of illegal contraband, and despite trying for a while, he couldn’t squeeze in, only to be scolded instead.
"What’s the crush?"
"Don’t you know it’s first co, first served?"
"The dicine Woman is a high-level crafter, get common stuff elsewhere."
"Kid, go away, this is not for children."
Damn it!
Angry, Rod walked around to the back of the house and shouted:
"Internal Affairs Court inspection! No one’s allowed to run! A fine of 2000 silver coins for violators!"
With a shrill voice, he yelled again:
"Run! Quick, run! The crows of the Judgent Court are coming!"
In an instant, the people along the entire gray street fled without a trace.
Bang, bang, bang, store owners closed up their shops at lightning speed.
Ha-ha, bet you didn’t see that coming, that’s so advanced experience from another world.
Rod returned to the stone house with a swagger and called out loudly, "dicine Woman, your big patron is back."
The dicine Woman was tidying up her slightly ssy room, paying him no mind.
"Don’t be scared, it was who shouted. No worries if the Judgent Court isn’t here, and even if they were, it’s no big deal. I have a deeply influential background; a word from and it’s all good."
The dicine Woman stopped tidying and looked up with a very speechless expression in her murky eyes.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Rod smiled and said, "I have a big deal to strike with you. Let those petty clients wait a bit; shouldn’t big patrons get priority as a matter of course?"
The dicine Woman looked at him with an expressionless face.
Rod glanced at the materials for the "Flesh Puppet."
It required a Wood Puppet and a piece of living flesh.
The living flesh ca from the "Evil Ghost Egg," produced every three to five days, not available elsewhere, so you can’t rush it.
The "Wood Puppet" needed Puppet Wood and ten pieces of living Spirituality.
"First, give fifty sticks of Puppet Wood, then five hundred pieces of living Spirituality," Rod said with the air of soone who could afford it.
"Forty-five thousand silver coins."
"Okay... pfft!"
Rod nearly choked.
"Why is it so expensive? Can’t you give a ten percent discount?"
"No."
"Fine, then forty thousand it is."
Rod took out forty Large Silver Notes and handed them over,
The dicine Woman expressionlessly accepted them.
"See, that’s pretty honest of you, granny."
Rod looked again at the "Flesh Armor."
It needed Kales Magic Stone and a piece of living flesh.
"Give another hundred Kales Magic Stones."
The dicine Woman said expressionlessly, "Two hundred thousand silver coins."
Rod choked up a bit: "Then just ten stones."
"Twenty thousand silver coins."
"Alright alright."
The next item, "Soul Defense," needed 10000 pieces of Soul Without Spirit and 100 of the highest grade Corrosive Material.
The souls weren’t a problem.
Corrosive Material was a bit tricky; it had a very high Pollution potential, attracting Black Fog or any being with Dark Power.
The Royal City would never allow private manufacturing.
Rod tentatively asked, "Do you have 100 of the highest grade Corrosive Material?"
The dicine Woman refused, "I don’t sell finished goods, you’ll need to provide the raw materials. The processing fee is one thousand."
"What are the raw materials?"
"A thousand pieces of Spirituality, or an equivalent amount of items imbued with Spirituality."
Rod glanced at his inventory; he still had over twelve thousand pieces of Spirituality.
It should be fine; Spirituality was easier to obtain, just a bit slower than Humanity.
Rod took out the Spirituality from the Dream Realm.
"Here."
A flicker of surprise crossed the dicine Woman’s murky eyes, but she said nothing, took the large clump of semi-transparent solid material, and began crafting.
The next item was the "Kales’ Sa Temperature Cannon."
It required a Ghost Shell, Sun Crystal, and ten thousand pieces of Spirituality.
Rod felt his wallet ache at the thought of those ten thousand pieces of Spirituality; he knew this item was going to be expensive.
"Do you have Ghost Shell and Sun Crystal?"
"Ghost Shell costs ten thousand silver coins, and there’s no stock for Sun Crystal," she said.
Rod had expected as much; Sun Crystals were even rarer than Sun Stones, mainly used in Spiritual Energy advancent rituals and the making of Fire Kindling, absolutely prohibited from circulation.
I can only apply from the Royal City.
"Another Resurrection Stone."
"Ten thousand silver coins."
"Another order of a living Dead Soul, please."
"Ten thousand silver coins."
Rod nodded, with only the Pioneer of Destruction left.
It required 80,000 Souls Without Spirit, 100 highest-grade Black Fire Fuel, and 100 highest-grade Corrosive Material.
Without a doubt, just by looking at the demand for eighty thousand souls, it was more expensive than the previous items by one tier.
"One hundred Corrosive Materials."
"Do you have Black Fire Fuel?"
The dicine Woman said without expression, "Yes."
"How much? What is it used for?"
"One thousand silver coins per piece, it’s mainly used to pollute fire, turning Guardian Fire into twisted, frenzied Black Fire."
Rod choked for a mont, then laughed and said, "Don’t worry, you must already know that I am a great hero. My broad-browed eyes won’t betray the fire, and I won’t either. This is just for killing enemies... let’s start with one hundred pieces."
The dicine Woman looked at him coldly, "Do you have the money?"
Rod said angrily, "How could I not? I just accidentally forgot to bring it, I’ll write you an IOU. Relax, it’s backed by the King himself, so if I run off, you can ask him for it."
The dicine Woman looked at him expressionlessly.
Rod coughed.
"Trust , I’ve made a secret agreent with the King. All my expenses are reimbursed by him."
In the end, the dicine Woman still accepted Rod’s cash totaling more than ninety thousand silver coins and an IOU worth up to one hundred thousand silver coins, then turned around to start working.
Rod suddenly rembered sothing and asked, "dicine Woman, did you tell phit about my purchase of Puppet Wood?"
"No."
"Then how did she know I was buying it from you?"
"She must have guessed."
Rod said angrily, "You’re still being evasive. Don’t you have confidentiality for your clients? What about your professional ethics? Don’t you know, phit had already agreed to marry , and just because of your gossip, she misunderstood my noble character, and a true love on earth was torn apart by you. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"
The dicine Woman asked coldly, "What do you want?"
"Like this, you compensate one hundred thousand silver coins for my emotional distress, and we’ll call it even."
"No compensation."
"Then tell phit’s address, as well as all her living habits, preferences, size, dinsions, and so on."
"I won’t."
Rod laughed and said, "Granny, by responding this way, you’re implying you do know. She’s also one of your regular custors, right?"
"Wrong."
Rod said in displeasure, "Is this the way to treat a major custor?"
"I have never seen a major custor who owes money."
"...I’ll pay you back, all right? To tell you the truth, phit has already agreed with . In a few days, I’m going to et her at number 17 Thorn Street. I just wanted to give her a perfect experience, so I ca to inquire about her information."
"Oh." The dicine Woman asked indifferently, "What are you planning to do?"
"Obviously, to deepen our exchange first, then invite her to join my team."
"Do you know she is from the Silver Oath?"
"I know."
"The Silver Oath is an ancient holy artifact of the Royal City, those who are bound by it are all inhuman monsters. Do you accept that?"
Rod laughed and said, "Of course, as long as she’s willing to join, anything goes."
The dicine Woman did not ask further, only said, "The crafting is intricate, pick it up tomorrow."
"Okay."
Rod then took out an additional one thousand silver coins and stuffed them into the dicine Woman’s hands.
"Help put in a good word when you have the ti, thanks."
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After this trip, Rod’s savings were nearly exhausted, but his heart was at ease.
Making money was no longer difficult for him now.
Even if there was a huge shortfall in funds, he still had a last-resort thod—the complete soul of the Thief King.
He wanted to try the special use of the most complete soul, "Limit Burning."
Those mbers of the Supre Council who were jumping for joy, weren’t they the perfect targets?
Hehe.
So Rod was not worried at all, nor did he plan to default on the dicine Woman’s money—he had inquired before, the dicine Woman was one of the best and most fairly priced special material crafters in the Royal City.
If he offended her, where would he find materials for crafting later?
Even if soone else could make them, they wouldn’t be as cheap as hers, and she was even willing to give discounts.
Right now, Rod was most worried about the issue of the Resurrection Stone.
Its main materials were the Resurrection Stone, the Flower of Humanity, a piece of Divinity, and a piece of living flesh.
All the other materials were not a problem, only Divinity was.
And this issue was magnified infinitely for Rod when he took ti off to do several rounds of Hunter missions.
The Divine Sense reached the state of Limit Burning, but couldn’t upgrade due to lack of Soul Firewood.
The Spirit Elegy was even more bizarre, requiring two parts, and he was one short.
The only thing missing to craft Soul Firewood was also Divinity.
What to do?
Just as Rod was worrying, an extrely unexpected event occurred.
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