Chapter 31: The Classifiers Trading Association

Chapter 31: The Classifiers Trading Association

"Wait, you," Lucas, Lana's father, called out, he was able to spot Stark's aura thanks to his formidable archer eyes, and of course that's how he was able to spot people with high potential.

His daughter was the same, which was how she knew if someone only wanted to speak to her because they had ulterior motives, and also able to gouge their strength that way.

Stark was one of the few people that were actually genuine and strong, so he decided to call out to him. for new novels

"Oh come on," Stark rolled his eyes, he didn't want to get involved in such a matter, and so he did the thing he thought was best in this situation: run away.

Anybody else that was called by the Archer King would of jumped in joy since it was an opportunity to get closer to the big boss and his daughter, yet Stark just wanted to rest and sell his items.

"Hahahahahahah~" Lucas laughed, he of course had the speed to catch up to Stark instantly, but didn't bother to do as it was more interesting this way, "He seems to be important to you, Lana!"

"H-Huh?" she didn't understand how her father could see that, and she visibly blushed at his remark, "W-well... just a friend..."

"A friend is more than enough for me, finally someone that can understand you, I feel like he is gonna achieve great things!" and so the two of them climbed inside a luxurious car that had been waiting for them and took off.

***

Stark went to his hotel room, which was only around ten minutes away from his middle school, Lotus Academy.

He arrived in his room, and it was the same as ever, thankfully they hadn't given it to another person as he hadn't come back for an entire day because of the 'Class Showcase'.

He took his wallet with him, it contained his credit card, debit card and student card, which would probably make things easier for him.

His phone was also on a table beside his bed, and out of frustration, he grabbed it and decided a few pass-codes.

[1234... INCORRECT]

[2024... INCORRECT]

[0000... INCORRECT]

'...' he thought for a few seconds, and an idea came to mind as he took his student card in hand, 'Even in my previous world, my phone code was the same...'

Stark's birthday was the 21st of May, and so that meant...

"I'm looking to sell some items i've acquired inside a dungeon recently," Stark explained, smiling back.

"Oh~ very well, please follow me to one of our special rooms and I will call a professional appraiser to evaluate the prices."

The receptionist didn't seem very interested in him based on her expression, after all, the 'Classifiers Trading Association' was mainly interested in buying items and weapons that were from higher classed rifts, and Stark's appearance screamed "hey I just started my life as a classifier".

'Low level items' were also appreciated since they could be bought for cheaper and were a good way to start your journey, even more so when they had perks, but it was just that, they were just temporary until you could acquire better loot as your level got higher.

The woman took Stark to a reception room, and inside of it, sitting on a couch, was a middle-aged man with glasses and a soon-to-be balding head.

He was enjoying a cup of coffee while using his phone, probably just waiting for his next customer.

And so as soon he saw Stark, he switched his attitude and went into 'business' mode.

Stark sat in front of the man, neither of them exchanging a greeting as they knew they were here for one thing: trading.

'Spatial Inventory,' Stark with a blank expression opened the void that stored his items, which appeared beside him and surprised the man.

Then he thought about the items he acquired in the rift, and suddenly, he was able to grab them.

He pulled out the [Low-Level Magic Staff] and the [Ice Bow], placing them in front of the table.

"What a weird... skill?" the man stared, confused.

"Don't worry about it, just check these items please," Stark smiled, staring at the man with his deep aura-filled eyes.

The man nodded and began to examine the items.

After a minute or two, he put the staff down, then spoke, "the staff seems of bad quality and only of common rarity, we are ready to offer 53,000 rher coins for it."

Rher coins are the currency of this world, and yes, that stupid god of fate actually named the money after himself.

"Hm..." Stark thought, but was satisfied enough with the first price even though it was extremely low, possibly because it was one of the lowest rated piece of equipment there was, "I accept."

"Very well," the man grabbed the staff and put it beside him, then immediately began inspecting the bow, which interested him much more.