Before long, the gaunt, hunched dark Goblins brought out one material after another.
The slave collars around these dark Goblins' necks were a simple form of enslavement in the Abyss.
Once worn, a slave's life depended on their master's mood.
With a single thought, the master could use the slave collar to torment or kill the slave outright.
However, this method of enslavement was simple and crude. It could make some slaves obey orders.
But if it encountered a slave who was not afraid of death, it was useless.
Still, those truly unafraid of death were few.
Before long, all the materials Charles needed had been brought out and placed on the table.
Mark stepped forward, opened the containers one by one, and said, "Take a look. What do you think of the quality of these materials?"
"In the Abyss, I dare guarantee that the materials in few shops can compare with mine."
Charles glanced over them and said to Mark, "You don't mind if I inspect them, do you?"
Mark stepped aside and casually spread his hands. "Please."
You Minotaur Demon, what are you putting on airs for? Even if I let you inspect them, would you understand what you were looking at?
Stupid ox!
Should I mark these materials up twentyfold or thirtyfold later?
Ignoring Mark's thoughts, Charles began picking up the materials one by one.
These were all sorcery materials from the middle planes, and their quality could only be called mediocre.
Some of them were things Charles would not even spare a glance at if he were in the Wizard World.
If a shopkeeper had presented materials of this quality when Charles was shopping in Isata, he could have flipped the table on the spot.
But times had changed, and places were different; naturally, the standards