Su Li took it, weighed it in his hand, and casually tossed it into his Space Ring.
The first deal was done.
The man clutched the dagger, treasured it as he stuffed it into his boot, then turned and squeezed through the crowd before running off.
Even more people gathered to watch.
Two daggers remained on the cloth.
"I'll take one!" A fat man pushed his way in and slapped his money onto the ground.
"The last one is mine!" Another person in a black robe hurriedly pulled out money as well.
In less than ten minutes, all three daggers were sold out, earning him one hundred and fifty gold coins.
The scrap iron had cost nothing, and he had absorbed the aether himself.
It was all pure profit.
This was only a trial run, meant to make a name for himself. After this, he could start taking orders for custom weapons—that was where the real money lay.
Elena poked him in the back from behind and lowered her voice.
"Pack up. Don't sell any more today. If we move goods too quickly, people will start watching us."
Su Li understood the reasoning.
He bent down, pulled up the black cloth from the ground, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his clothes.
Seeing that there was no more merchandise, the onlookers gradually dispersed, though several covert gazes still lingered on them.
Su Li turned, preparing to leave with Elena.
Just then, a figure stepped in front of them.
The person wore a baggy gray robe, with the hood pulled low enough to hide his entire face in shadow.
But Su Li's second-tier perception was keen.
He caught a familiar scent—the briny smell of the sea mixed with cheap tobacco.
The gray-robed man raised his head, revealing one