novellhall Chapter 123 Secret Deal, Making a Huge Profit
Chapter 123 Secret Deal, Making a Huge Profit
Chapter 123 Secret Deal, Making a Fortune
"Of course, once you get this hunting license for the Mist God Hunting Grounds, you can go anytime."
Jack tugged at his black gloves and continued with a smile:
"If you hunt down anything good, remember to contact me. I'll buy it for 10% more than other nobles."
Xia Fa smiled slightly:
"Okay, I will."
Jack replied with a smile:
"Okay, see you next time then."
His expression suddenly turned serious, and he acted like a real investigator as he turned and left.
Tyrene then earnestly advised:
"This is a good opportunity for you to gain experience and grow, Xia Fa. Just remember not to get into conflicts with the nobles of the three major academies. Of course, you are a noble now, so they shouldn't make things difficult for you."
Xia Fa said quite sincerely:
"Alright, I understand, Lord Tyrene, please rest assured."
Tyrene nodded slightly, then turned and left.
With a click, the door to the attic closed.
Xia Fa stood fixedly in front of the door, his eyes filled with thought.
The Mist God Hunting Grounds cover an area of ten million acres, equivalent to a large city.
Although the church and government have intervened to prevent most superhumans from entering without authorization, complete isolation is not possible.
The main problem is that it's difficult to resist the infiltration of beings at the demigod level or higher.
However, Xia Fa wasn't too afraid, since he hadn't been discovered by Pompey or the ruler behind him.
However, precautions must still be taken, such as in case a demigod from a secret heretical organization infiltrates. Therefore, Xia Fa decided to go to the Extraordinary Market immediately to replenish some necessary strategic resources, especially living iron powder, as well as spacetime treasures that can interfere with occupation and spying.
Then, we set off for the Mist God Hunting Grounds!
Perfect timing! I reckon this round trip should restore my strength to almost full.
"Shafa! Nothing's been found out about you, has it?"
Benedict's sweet voice suddenly rang out from behind him, almost startling him.
Xia Fa turned around and saw Benedict Cumberbatch holding a large plate of jeweled sharks in her left arm, while she was gnawing on a sky-blue jeweled shark in her right hand.
He was enjoying his munching so much that he couldn't help but laugh and say:
"Don't worry, no, besides, this has nothing to do with me anyway."
The doll-like girl nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
"oh oh--"
Suddenly, she raised her chin, a look of self-satisfaction appearing on her delicate, flawless face:
"How about that? I'm smart, aren't I? I even know how to create an alibi for you, hehe."
Xia Fa smiled and said:
"Shouldn't it be evidence of presence?"
Beneath suddenly realized what was happening and scratched her head:
"Oh yeah, you know I'm not very bright, so it's normal to get confused, hehehe—"
You just said you were very smart.
Xia Fa chuckled and shook his head, then continued:
"I'm heading out now. Take care of yourself at home and wait for me to come back."
Beneath had just picked up a new red gem shark and was about to put it in her mouth when she heard this, she stopped, and her expression suddenly became a little aggrieved:
"Didn't we agree that we could go together next time?"
Xia Fa had actually thought about this problem long ago, and his expression became serious:
"The Mist God Hunting Grounds are dangerous. There are even supernatural creatures with demigod status inside, and there's no doubt that heretics might infiltrate as well."
When he became serious, Benedict immediately shrank back, only raising her eyes to secretly peek at him, as if she was deliberately trying to be cute, but she also looked inexplicably pitiful.
Seeing this, Xia Fa smiled helplessly, his tone softening slightly:
"What I mean is, for example, next time we go to a strange realm that's about the same level as us, I can bring you along, but this time it's absolutely not allowed."
Beneath exhaled softly:
"Okay, I understand—"
But she immediately raised her head and revealed a big smile:
"Then go hunting! I'll stay home and wait for you to come back. I'll cook you a big feast!"
Xia Fa smiled and ruffled her little head until her smooth blonde hair was ruffled before turning and leaving.
Daniel Street was as bustling as ever, and it even seemed a bit more lively than in the morning.
Xiafa walked through Daniel Street and Church Square, arriving at the port dock.
This time, he was quite familiar with the route. He boarded a small boat, enjoying the island scenery while planning what transactions he would make at the Extraordinary Market.
Besides replenishing the living iron powder and buying a time-space treasure, you can also sell the high-level secret contracts you have.
In particular, the high-level secret contract of complete control that he obtained by killing Bald and his son, and the high-level secret contract of Titan's Might that Benedict brought back.
These two high-level secret contracts must be worth at least 10,000 gold pounds more, but I don't know exactly how much more.
Oh right, and there's also the extraordinary essence extracted from Little Bald's body. Anyway, I'm just modifying and disguising myself before selling it, so I don't need to worry about anything.
Thinking about it all the way, the small boat was about to approach the big island.
The sea breeze around the island was gentle, the waves were rolling, and the sky was so blue that it made people feel relaxed.
The sun was shining exceptionally brightly today, illuminating everything in the sea with crystal clarity. The nearshore waters were also quite clear, allowing one to see the black rocks and white sand on the seabed, as well as the seaweed and colorful corals growing everywhere.
Xia Fa took in all the beautiful scenery and was preparing to go ashore.
Suddenly, his brain seemed to throb for a moment, as if some memory was about to surface.
This was an unprecedented and strange feeling, so much so that Xia Fa froze for a moment in his posture as he was about to lift his foot on the boat.
What kind of memory is it?
As soon as the thought popped into his mind, his spiritual intuition seemed to be guided, and gradually, a scene that had left a deep impression on him appeared in his mind.
It was a figure with twelve arms, standing between heaven and earth, wielding a horse-slaying saber that had transformed into a ten-thousand-meter-long blade. With a leaping slash, he killed the monster whose countless arms were tangled together.
It was when he seized the seal that resembled a sword-slaying blade that he saw a scene that seemed to come from the ancient times!
But Xia Fa looked down into the sea through the crystal-clear water.
With the images in his mind as a comparison, he was certain that this place, this sea area, was the place where the figure with twelve arms had once slashed out with that blade.
But didn't that strike not only kill the monster, but also create a strait a million meters long and bottomless in this sea area?
Now, no matter how far he looked, the seabed was flat and smooth. Not to mention the strait, he couldn't see anything even in slightly concave terrain.
Could it be that after tens of thousands of years, the million-meter-long strait has closed up on its own?
Or perhaps it was the work of a deity that repaired it?
Xia Fa was immediately filled with deep doubt.
However, there was no use thinking about it in this situation. He composed himself and took that step off the ship.
The moment the black leather boots touched the sea, the seawater froze into a thin layer of ice, and an icy blue mist immediately filled the air. Xia Fa walked on it as if on flat ground, and in a few steps, he reached the beach.
This move immediately made many of the petty thugs loitering on the shore withdraw their attention, realizing that this was someone they were not qualified to provoke.
Xia Fa remained calm as he looked up at the extraordinary market that resembled a small town.
Thanks to the arrival of the Fog Carnival, this extraordinary market was ten times more lively than when he last came. As far as the eye could see, there were stalls set up by the Fog People, selling all kinds of things.
Many of the Fog People even set up tents and opened temporary shops.
Many humans, giants, blademen, and mistmen themselves were coming and going at various stalls, selecting and trading, creating a lively scene.
Xia Fa went straight to the small, dark house with black bricks and tiles and bought a new robe for one silver coin.
This time, he transformed his physique into a two-meter-tall, thin bamboo pole, and changed his face mask to a wooden clown mask with a wide grin on his mouth and curved eyes, as if he were smiling wickedly.
Although there was no need to rush, Xia Fa headed straight for the secret trading shop.
Since purchasing the Phantom Shark Suit and the Black Bag, Xia Fa has been able to avoid any problems with either item. This led Xia Fa to believe that this Starfield chain store at least maintains a good reputation in its business dealings, even though it is somewhat overcharging.
But as soon as he reached the store entrance, he froze.
The storefront was deserted. The fat owner, whom I had met once before, was leaning on the counter with his elbows, looking enviously at the long lines of customers at the Fogman temporary store across the street.
Xia Fa could understand this situation, after all, the things sold by the Fog People were cheap and good, which could be described as good value for money, and there were also many unique products produced in the Fog Realm.
During the Fog Carnival, which lasts only a week, it's quite normal for customers visiting this large island to choose to patronize the Fogman Shop.
It's a pity that the Fog People generally only sell things and don't buy them, otherwise Shafa would also choose to sell to the Fog People's shops.
Upon seeing a customer suddenly appear at the shop entrance, the fat boss's squinty eyes lit up with excitement, and he quickly waved to Xia Fa, his attitude as enthusiastic as could be.
"Guest! Come in! Whether you're selling or buying, I'm sure I can give you the most satisfactory price!"
Xia Fa chuckled inwardly. This fat boss was probably desperate for business; he was even more enthusiastic than last time.
His gaze beneath the wooden clown mask was icy, deliberately projecting an image of someone not to be trifled with. He strode forward in a few steps, his movements clean and efficient.
The fat boss glanced at his clown mask, then at his movements, and his expression suddenly became inscrutable:
"Are you from the Church of Paradox? But whether you are or not, if you have something you can't sell yourself, please come this way."
Xia Fa was taken aback. Judging from this, the secret trading shop had quite a wide business scope and even provided channels for selling stolen goods.
However, considering the Black Crow Bags that are said to be able to yield Hegemon-level Secret Contracts, he could understand it.
After all, those black bags used to belong to owners, otherwise they wouldn't have contained good things. But now they're being sold to secret trading shops for people to open. The reason for this is easy to understand.
"Um."
Xia Fa responded indifferently, trying to make his tone sound cold.
The fat boss didn't seem to care about his cold attitude, as if dealing with people like him was a habit. He led Xia Fa through the passageway formed by two oak cabinets on the left and right, and into the back door.
The back door leads to the bedroom, which has a slight smell of sweat and grease, making it look like where the fat boss usually lives.
The fat boss didn't say anything more. He walked to his bedside, picked up his pillow, and turned it over.
As he put the pillow down, the entire bedroom suddenly changed.
Iron dust filled the air, and secret inscriptions flashed across the floor, furniture, and even the ceiling.
Xia Fa immediately realized that this space had been "sealed off," and in a very clever way.
He even noticed that the second hand of the bronze clock on the cabinet in the left corner of the room was slowed down for a moment before returning to normal.
"Interfering with divination and prying into secrets—"
Xia Fa felt a slight sense of vigilance, the tiger-tooth folding knife hidden in his sleeve ready to be drawn at any moment.
The portly boss then turned around, pulled out a chair for a square tea table in the middle of the bedroom, and said with a smile:
"Please have a seat, sir. Rest assured, our secret trading shop will absolutely protect the secrets of every customer who comes to sell stolen goods."
Stolen Goods -
Upon hearing those two words, Xia Fa's face twitched involuntarily.
Is this a sign that they're not even going to act anymore?
However, perhaps it was precisely because of the fat boss's nonchalant attitude that he relaxed, pulled out a chair, and sat down, facing the fat boss.
The moment he sat down, he suddenly realized something.
The "secret transaction" in this secret transaction shop probably refers to the current situation, rather than the so-called confidentiality he promised when he bought the Black Bag and the Phantom Shark Suit.
The fat boss pulled out a thick stack of green banknotes from his pocket and placed them beside him; at first glance, they looked to be a full ten thousand.
"No matter how many times a customer has come, we still follow the rules of the underworld: payment upon delivery. What goods does the customer want to sell? Is it something that's inconvenient to open, like a black bag? Or some secret treasure or contract?"
Xia Fa didn't speak, but instead flipped his palm and took out the Radiant Sun Contract that Beneath had brought back from the Endless Realm.
The portly boss merely glanced at the runes on the black animal hide and nodded.
"Hmm, a high-level pact, Radiant Sunlight. Those who form pacts with the fire element have a higher chance of signing a high-level pact. How about this, I'll offer twelve thousand gold pounds, sir?"
As he spoke, he took out two more gold tablets from his pocket and placed them next to the stack of gold pounds he had just received.
This was about the same price Xia Fa was willing to pay, so he nodded slightly.
The fat boss smiled and immediately pushed the two stacks of banknotes, one tall and one short, in front of Xia Fa before taking the black animal skin that Xia Fa had placed on the table.
Xia Fa picked up the two stacks of banknotes, and with a quick glance of his spiritual intuition, he knew that there were exactly one hundred and twenty one-hundred-pound notes. So he flipped his hand, and the banknotes disappeared immediately, disappearing into his black bag.
The fat boss laughed:
"Guest, besides high-level secret contracts, do you have anything else for sale? We accept both secret treasures and sealed items. We can also roughly estimate the price of black bags based on the rank and status of their former owners."
Xia Fa spoke in a detached tone:
"besides."
"besides?"
This surprised the fat boss. You see, in the past, whether customers came to sell or resell stolen goods, it was considered quite good if they could produce a high-level secret contract.
After all, Rum City is just a small place, and its extraordinary market is far less bustling and prosperous than the extraordinary market in Augustus City, which is like a city within a city.
Unexpectedly, this customer was able to produce two high-level secret contracts for sale.
As a business owner, he naturally understood that Xia Fa's tone indicated he was selling high-level secret contracts, not just some small, miscellaneous items.
Xia Fa didn't say much. He flipped his hand again and took out the advanced secret contract of the Spirit Servant that he had obtained by killing the King of the Giant Jaw Beast in the underground cave.
The portly boss glanced at it, his expression suddenly softening. He pulled a pair of crystal-polished lenses from his breast pocket, checked them several times, and then his eyes lit up as he said:
"As expected, this is a high-level secret contract with a Spirit Servant. Guest, I can offer you 30,000 gold pounds. What do you think?"
Xia Fa could tell from his tone that there seemed to be more to be added, so he deliberately remained silent.
The fat boss tentatively said:
"Does the customer think it's too low? How about 32,000 then?"
Xia Fa remained silent, but he was quite surprised.
The secret manual for controlling spirits is actually this expensive? A high-level manual can sell for over 30,000 gold pounds?
This is three times the power of the Secret of the Radiant Sun!
But then he thought about it again and felt relieved.
After all, those extraordinary individuals who have signed this secret pact have the opportunity to capture "spirits" of the same rank or even the same status.
Seeing that Xia Fa remained unmoved, the portly boss knew he had met someone who knew what he was doing, so he gritted his teeth and said:
"Thirty-five thousand, a fixed price! If it goes any higher, we won't make much profit."
As he spoke, he pulled out a large wad of banknotes bound with hemp rope from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Xia Fa saw it clearly this time: the fat boss reached into his pocket and the banknotes appeared automatically, probably taken from his purse.
The reason he made a gesture of taking out money instead of simply flipping his hand over was probably to show the aura of an acquirer.
"Um."
Xia Fa responded lightly, and this time he took the money and put it into his black purse, feeling quite pleased.
He originally thought that this Spirit Servant Contract would only sell for a little over 10,000 gold coins at most, but he didn't expect it to sell for 35,000!
The fat boss excitedly took the scaly animal hide from his hand, examined it several times as if it were a treasure, and then stuffed it into his pocket.
He stood up, quite pleased:
"It was a very pleasant transaction, sir. Please feel free to come to me next time you have items to sell."
Xia Falu still spoke calmly:
"besides."
besides?
The fat boss was a little stunned.
Are you offering three high-level secret contracts for sale at once?
For a moment, the fat shopkeeper even suspected that the customer in front of him, who was wearing a wooden clown mask and was two meters tall like a broken bamboo pole, might have robbed the safe of some noble family. However, since their secret trading shop had someone behind it, they dared to accept anything of dubious origin as long as it did not involve the Nine Great Gods.
Before he could ask a question, Xia Fa flipped his palm and took out the two advanced secret contracts, Titan's Might and Total Control, together.
In that instant, the fat boss's bulky body trembled noticeably, and his tiny, slit-like eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the two high-level secret contracts.
"This, this, this—!"