Price reduction

It took three hundred years for the flaming tortoises to reach maturity. Locke was surprised, but at the same time, he understood why.

After all, turtles and turtles were long-lived species, so it was normal for flaming tortoises to reach adulthood by then.

It would take three hundred years for the tortoises to mature, which meant that the tortoises would only reach the strength of high-rank major monsters after three hundred years. By then, he reckoned that if the caster hadn't broken through to become a Magister yet, his bones would probably have turned to mush by now.

It was the same for Angelina's scorpiondrake. Angie was the offspring of a high-rank major beast, so its maturity period wasn't much different from that of the flaming tortoises. It would take around two hundred years for it to reach adulthood.

At that time, Angie would at least be a high-rank major monster. If it worked a little harder, it would be possible for it to reach the level of a base-rank major monster like its brothers and sisters. Locke had a deep impression of the two scorpiondrakes and the smaller green scorpiondrakes around them.

As for high-rank major beasts, they were still too far away from him. It wasn't something he could think about at the moment.

The flaming tortoise eggs were sold at an exorbitant price, marking the end of the day's auction. Locke believed that Billie's family and the other families, as the organizers, must've made a fortune.

Locke didn't calculate the exact amount, but with so many items, it must've added up to hundreds of thousands of gold moores. Just the deposit and commission alone was enough to make them fat.

Locke and Billie went backstage to collect the items they'd won today.

There was a broken sword and a set of froststeel armour. Locke put the two wooden boxes in front of him into his spatial ring.

Since there were too many rich people in the auction today, the staff wasn't surprised to see Locke using his spatial ring.

Apart from the two wooden boxes, he'd also earned two thousand gold moores from selling the blood essence. After deducting the broken sword, armour, and commission from the deposit, he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He was still thinking about the cliff-edge grass.

Under the guidance of the staff, Locke and Angelina walked to a house.

There was a long queue of about seven or eight people. It seemed that there were many people who shared the same thoughts as Locke.

However, those who went in came out not long after. The auctioneer had said that only items with the same function as the cliff-edge grass would be traded. Like Locke, the chances of these people owning a treasure like the blood essence were extremely low.

The queue was long, but it wasn't long before it was Locke and Billie's turn.

He pushed the door open and saw a gray-haired middle-aged man standing inside.

"If you're still going to use gold moores for the transaction, please leave!" The man spoke fluently, clearly having said this many times before.

"I'll use my blood essence to exchange for it!" Locke didn't want to waste time and directly stated what he wanted to exchange.

The man's eyes lit up. "The blood essence that appeared in the auction just now? You have one too? Or is it yours? "the gray-haired man asked impatiently.

"That's right!" Locke nodded. This person was probably in the auction as well.

"How much blood essence do you plan to exchange with me?" the man asked.

"Ugh …" Billie elbowed him before he could say anything.

Billie stepped forward and said, "I'll talk to you about the details of the deal."

Locke was speechless. Indeed, when it came to business and making deals, he paled in comparison to Billie, who had grown up around her.

Locke was happy to have someone to help him. He sat on a chair next to him and watched the two haggle.

"Five grams of Blood Essence for a Cliffedge Grass!" Billie said.

"No way! Although my Cliffedge Grass isn't as effective as the blood essence, I can't give you half the price! "The man refused.

"Hmph, Cliffedge Grass has obvious side effects. If you can't handle the pain, you'll suffer. I'm sure you don't need me to explain the consequences, right?" Billie pointed out the biggest drawback of Cliffedge Grass.

"Well …" The man was speechless. The main reason why his Cliffedge Grass was so much lower than Locke's wasn't just because it was less effective, but also because it would cause severe pain during consumption.

It wouldn't cause any side effects to the user, but the excruciating pain would definitely increase the difficulty of a Knecht's breakthrough. If he failed this time, the next breakthrough would be even more difficult.

The difficulty of advancing from a high-rank Knecht to a mid-rank Knecht was on a completely different level.

"Six grams of Blood Essence for a Cliff-Edge Grass. That's all I can offer!" Billie cut in before the man could finish his sentence.

Although it was obvious that she was making a concession, it also blocked the middle-aged man's way of bargaining.

Your stuff isn't as good as ours, and we've made concessions for your sake. How can you still bargain?

Billie's tactics were so clever that even the middle-aged man didn't know what to say.

The final price was set at six grams of blood essence for a Cliffedge Grass. Judging from the previous auction, the middle-aged man was obviously the one who was losing out.

Although he was angry, he couldn't take it out on Billie, so he asked, "How much do you want?" He could tell that the man was the one who wanted to exchange blood essence with him.

From the middle-aged man's words, Locke could tell that he had quite a lot of Cliffedge Grass.

Locke originally planned to exchange for two, one for himself and the other for Lafite in case he failed his breakthrough. If he succeeded, he could use it for Lafite in the future.

However, Billie had lowered the price so much that it would be a waste if Locke didn't profit from it.

"I'll exchange for four!" Locke replied.

"Well …" The middle-aged man didn't expect Locke to be so greedy. He thought that he would only ask for one or two. After all, blood essence was a rare treasure in the market.

"Alright!" The middle-aged man agreed after some consideration. He actually had a total of six cliff-edge grass in his possession. Apart from the one that was auctioned off, he only had five left. After giving Locke four, he only had one left for himself. The middle-aged man was also a mid-rank Knecht.

One Cliffedge Grass was enough, but blood essence could be consumed multiple times. Not only could it help with breakthroughs, but it could also improve one's Vitality and heal wounds. The man didn't hesitate.

After the transaction, Locke shook hands with the man. He realised that he had a lot in common with the man. They both had grey hair, were mid-rank Knechts, and carried valuable treasures.

Logically speaking, four cliff-edge grasses should give him 24 grams of blood essence, but he couldn't be bothered with that one gram. He also wanted to make a friend, so he gave the man 25 grams of blood essence and handed him a box containing two half-blood-red crystals. The man also noticed Locke's kindness.

"Hello, I'm Yatos!"

"Hello, I'm Locke!"

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