Chapter 1292 Darrel

Chapter 1292 Darrel

Ning was surprised to find that the weapons that were sold in the King's Gem were all fancy-looking. They seemed to hold style, for something whose substance was the main point of owning it.

There were curved blades with ridged edges that made them look fancy. Spears with twisted handles. Axes that looked as if it had been an artifact taken straight out of a world full of Qi or Mana. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

There was armor with faces of wolves and lions and other beasts on its front. There were shields with complex designs on the front that looked like sigils or insignia. Everything had a touch of art to it, that was completely unnecessary for the items to be used. 'So they decided to stand themselves out by using art to draw in customers, huh?' Ning thought to himself. But there was something else that concerned him.

Unless he was wrong, he could see that the prices of everything had been higher. Higher than what he was used to seeing back in Byron's store at least. By 20% or more at that.

"Can I help you with anything, sir?" a person came up to Ning. Ning looked to the side and saw a man in his early 20s standing next to him, wearing the white and gold of the King's Gem. He was a staff member.

"Hi," Ning said. "I'm just looking around. You don't have to bother with me."

"It's alright, I'm not bothered," the young man said. "Do you have in mind what you want? We have everything you could want. There are more in our warehouse if you're looking to buy some cheaper ones. Or we can custom—"

"No, I'm not here to buy," Ning said quickly. "I'm simply here for to see how much these weapons are sold for here."

The young man looked half confused and half surprised. "Can I ask what you are going to do with this?" he asked.

"Oh," Ning said with a surprise. He wasn't surprised that there was a monopoly. That sort of thing would be normal anywhere. He was surprised that the young man was helping him.

"What's your name, if I may ask?"

The young man looked surprised but spoke in the end. "Darrel Brown," he said.

"Darrel," Ning said, landing a hand on his shoulders. "If you ever find yourself in need of a better or less constricting job, find me. I'll give you one."

The man frowned. "Are you not listening to me?" the young man asked. "Many have tried what you have, and all have failed.

"All are not me," Ning said walking forward with the young man in tow. "Does your shop buy weapons? Or appraise them at least?"

"We have an appraiser in the back. Do you have a weapon to sell?" the young man asked.

Ning pulled out a blade he had been making on his way to the city, a blade of gold and white. A Light blade, one that shined brighter than most others. The young man wondered how much light he packed into this blade. He could tell Ning's Essence rank was still low, but this seemed better than what he should have been able to make.

The amount of light in the blade seemed nonsensical. And the young man would be correct. The amount of Essence Ning had put into the blade had not just come from a single core of an Essence sense rank individual, but one from 8 different such cores. That too while constantly absorbing Essence on top of it.

Even an Essence Manifestation realm Converter would have to force his all to make such a thing. That made the blade he made quite precious.

Ning moved the blade slowly in front of him, soft light trailing behind each stroke. "I want to find out what a blade like this would be worth," he said. "That's possible, isn't it?"