The other party did not respond, remaining silent.
Wu Heng frowned and pressed again. "Really none?"
"No."
"Then where can I buy one?"
"How would I know?!"
Damn it.
If he did not have one, where else in Blackstone Town could Wu Heng buy it?
His gaze swept across the Black Market before settling on the Serpent Emblem Conglomerate.
He stood up, wandered through the crowd for a while, then headed straight upstairs.
Inside a private room.
A middle-aged man with a thin mustache smiled and bowed. "Customer, how may I help you?"
"I want to purchase a Skill Book."
"Customer, do you know its name?" the middle-aged man asked.
Wu Heng nodded. "Battlefield of the Undead, a Necromancy Magic Book."
"Very well, sir. I'll record your request and have our nearby branches collect it as soon as possible. If they don't have it, we'll transfer one directly from headquarters."
"How long will it take?"
He did not want it to be like the corpses he had purchased, with no news after such a long time.
"Skill Books are not difficult to transport, and they don't require such strict conditions. We'll have an answer for you within three days."
"That works." Wu Heng nodded in satisfaction.
"This is an advanced skill, and it is quite rare on the market, so the price will be somewhat higher."
"How much?"
"You'll need to pay a deposit of thirty Silver Coins. The final price will depend on the transportation and acquisition costs, but it will not exceed one hundred and twenty Silver Coins."
"Fine, I can accept that." Wu Heng agreed immediately.
Bartholomew readily paid the money beside him.
The middle-aged man accepted it respectfully, skillfully filled out the Commission Form, and stamped it with a crest.
Once everything was handled,
Wu Heng