Meeting

The following evening.

A meeting was underway in the reception room of Xiaman's residence.

The two sides of the meeting were Xiaman, Richard, and Bobobo Wei Qi.

After the three took their seats and chatted for a while, Xiaman was the first to get to the point. Looking at Richard and Bobobo Wei Qi, he said politely, "The reason I invited you two here concerns the items you have consigned to my shop."

"What, is there a problem with the consigned goods, Wizard Xiaman?" Richard asked, looking at Xiaman. "I heard that your shop has always handled consignments and has a good reputation, which is why I placed my goods there.

"Of course, if there really is a problem and it is inconvenient to consign them, then forget it. We have consigned the same items to five or six shops in the city. Losing yours would not be much of an issue, though it would be somewhat regrettable."

"No, no, no." Xiaman hurriedly waved his hands. "Wizard Richard, you have misunderstood me. I absolutely did not invite you here to refuse your consignment. On the contrary, I welcome it very much.

"Actually, I have some appraisal skills of my own. After a simple appraisal, I determined that the items you consigned are extremely rare Spellcasting Materials for Undead Spell. If the right buyer can be found, they can definitely fetch a high price."

"However." Xiaman paused. "However, Wizard Richard, you should also know that Undead Spell are extremely rare now, much like spatial spells and Time Spells.

"Therefore, finding a suitable buyer is not easy. That is why I am curious—why are you consigning this kind of Spellcasting Materials? Did you make them yourselves, or did you happen to acquire them?"

"Spellcasting Materials for Undead Spell?" Richard spoke as though