Hill had heard this news not from Little Finch of the Alchemy Association, but because the dozens of Moon Clan members in Bacia had turned the place upside down themselves.
How should one put it... If you wanted to stab someone in the heart, you couldn't hide it—you just had to find a knife first.
The people of Bacia had watched in near disbelief as the Moon Clan members, who had just been gathered together chatting and laughing, suddenly started grabbing their neighbors by the shoulders and playing a little game of white blade in, red blade out.
What was even more terrifying was that the instant they realized their companions had turned on them, they did not scream or dodge. Instead, they started hurling Fireballs everywhere.
Unfortunately, they had been browsing the stalls at the time. Some stall owners, who had already decided these Moon Clan members were nothing to fear and had remained seated behind their stalls when they arrived, instantly suffered for it.
Fortunately, under the earl's repeated orders, the guards in the hall had not lowered their guard. They had stayed nearby the whole time, so they rushed over in time and drove those inexplicable maniacs out of the Hall of Abundance.
And what else could they do after that?
Everyone who entered this place to set up a stall had been warned that dealing with the Moon Clan was dangerous. The Ster Family could not possibly make enemies of mid-level professionals for the sake of their lives.
But the Moon Clan really was rich.
Many of the stall owners who knew full well that they were unsafe but still came here to sell their wares were either poor enough to be desperate... Though picky, the Moon Clan never cared about the quality of an item.