If the painted woman didn't understand, it was because she hadn't caught what he said—and she didn't feel like hitting anyone, either.
Xu Huo didn't bother explaining. He went to look at props and instruments in a few more shops that had Artificers.
Since District 001 placed such importance on time, it naturally had no shortage of props and instruments built around clock faces. Many even had time-related names, despite having no time-related properties at all.
As a result, many of these props and instruments looked rather flashy. The clock faces were little more than countdown timers, useless at best and a waste of materials at worst.
Most of the ready-made props displayed in the cabinets were like that.
What was interesting, though, was that Xu Huo spotted some Dungeon Authorization Letters in one shop. More precisely, they were blank letters, and there was more than one. They didn't look like they had come from a Dungeon.
He called over a staff member to ask about them and learned that the Dungeon Authorization Letters were imitations—in other words, fakes.
"Fake Dungeon Authorization Letters?" Xu Huo had certainly never heard of such a thing.
"What's so strange about fake Dungeon Authorization Letters?" An old man came in just then, his hands clasped behind his back. He snorted. "Dungeon Authorization Letters aren't anything precious. What's so surprising about making fakes?"
Xu Huo smiled. "Generally speaking, aren't precious things the ones people bother to counterfeit?"
The old man was briefly at a loss for words, then waved a hand. "What do you know? Dungeon Authorization Letters aren't technically complicated. Anyone can make one, and the cost is negligible. Sell you one for a thousand and I'd still make nine hundred and ninety-nine!"
"Then how much is this fake Dungeon Authorization Letter?" Xu Huo