In the VIP Room, the fragrance of tea curled through the air.
The person in charge laid out five curios one by one, each exuding an odd aura.
Rusted Table Knife, Mute Bell, Hungry Wallet, Fragrant Picture Frame, Nightmare Lampstand.
Wu Heng gave the five curios a rough glance.
It seemed only the last lampstand might be of some use.
Placed by the bedside, it could cause whoever fell asleep to suffer nightmare after nightmare.
If someone rubbed him the wrong way, he could use it on them.
"They're all tasteless to keep, but a pity to throw away." The person in charge smiled and rubbed his hands. "Forty Gold Coins each. If you take them all, I'll give the two of you a price of 180 Gold Coins."
His gaze swept over the two of them before he continued, "You can ask around outside. You won't find this price anywhere else in Deep Furnace Fortress."
Things like these, which lacked practical value and were not particularly attractive in appearance—
They definitely could not sell for such a high price elsewhere. But there was no helping it. Buying curios in Deep Furnace Fortress meant one lacked materials for using the Molten Heart.
Who could travel somewhere far away, collect curios, and then come back?
Besides, using the Molten Heart had to follow the dwarves' rules.
With a casual flick of his hand, a leather Money Pouch appeared in Wu Heng's palm. He counted out 180 coins and handed them over. "I'll take them."
The person in charge smiled broadly. "I'll have someone wrap them up for you!"
"No need." With another casual gesture, Wu Heng stored all five curios in his Spatial Ring, then asked, "Do you have any broken curios?"
"You can take a look at the curios market