"Next!"
Jian Shang and the others had waited in line for a long time and were observing the colorful customs of the foreign people through the carriage curtains when a shout rang out.
"Rumble..."
The wheels rolled, and the carriage quickly approached the teleportation platform. Oles, the Taurus Gold Saint, stepped forward without prompting, took out a mid-grade spirit stone, and tossed it to the platform's civil official.
"Athens. Keep the change!"
With that, he walked on and beckoned for the carriage to follow, slowly ascending the steps...
"Hmm? Wait..."
The official frowned and quickly raised an arm to stop him, making Oles turn back in confusion.
Normally, Oles was a Gold Saint, a Great Adept. For him to show courtesy to a mere teleportation platform supervisor meant smoke must have been rising from the man's ancestral graves. Besides, Oles had paid extra. What else could he want?
"My apologies! Spirit stones have been scarce lately, and with so many teleportations, prices have risen. It now costs one spirit stone per person!"
The official discreetly gestured with one hand behind his back, then forced himself to speak with an apologetic expression.
"Huh?"
Oles froze, unable to process it for a moment, then quickly asked, "One spirit stone per person? Surely you don't mean one mid-grade spirit stone per person for teleportation? Are you robbing us?!"
He still remembered passing through this Teleportation Formation several times before. The platform supervisors had treated him like a revered ancestor and hadn't even dared charge him spirit stones!
And now they were opening their jaws like a lion, demanding an outrageous price?
When the man said one spirit stone per person, he had to mean a mid-grade spirit stone, not a low-grade spirit stone. After all, the previous market rate had been ten low-grade