After sending the message, Ivette stood by the banks of the River Loen and waited for a while. To her surprise, Welder was the first to reply.
He did not even send a text message, but a voice call filled with shock and excitement. "Holy shit, Miss Mage, you're not dead?"
"Something happened. I had to hide my identity for a while," Ivette said.
"So that's what happened!"
Hearing the same cool, composed tone as four years ago, Welder immediately relaxed. It really was her. Calling specifically to confirm it had not been in vain.
Then he said excitedly, "So, Miss Mage, are you still interested in doing business with us?"
"Sure. How many do you want?" Ivette asked.
"Then... let's start with ten," Welder said through gritted teeth. One Arcane Wind Blade cost 50,000, so ten naturally came to 500,000. That was not something ordinary people could afford. Even he did not have that much liquid capital and would have to take out some small loans to swallow the deal.
But he did not dare buy too little, in case Miss Mage pulled the same trick again one day and suddenly vanished without a trace. Then his business as a middleman would be dead again.
As for Ivette, she purchased Black Tower Pharmaceuticals' remote sealing service for the first time in a long while. After deducting the 50,000 sealing fee and adding the 500,000 Welder had transferred, she suddenly had an extra 450,000 credit points on hand. Things immediately felt much more comfortable.
Still, this clearly was not sustainable. Welder was only making such a big purchase at once because he was afraid there would be no more business later. Given the scale of the gray market around the Blackwater District, those ten Arcane Wind Blades would probably take