The underground trading market was much the same as ever. Stalls filled the spacious underground area, piled high with bottles and jars. Most of the customers were mysticism enthusiasts, though Wild Beyonders like Sifa and his two companions were mixed among them.
After Nefi's persuasion—well, perhaps it was more accurate to call it coquettish pleading?
In any case, thanks to her persistent lobbying, Swain, the bar owner, agreed to let Sifa, a "Backlund journalist," enter the trading market for an undercover visit. However, he was not allowed to reveal or publish the market's exact location in the newspaper.
Naturally, Sifa agreed without hesitation. He was a fake journalist to begin with and had never intended to publish anything.
Still, to conceal his identity, he seriously played the role of a journalist.
He had already entrusted Caven to purchase the Spirit Eater's Stomach and the supplementary materials needed for the Conspirer potion, if they were available here.
The former was being collected for Fors. If the material he had seen two months ago had not been sold yet, he could resell it to Miss Writer and make a small profit.
I remember the Spirit Eater's Stomach only cost a little over 200 pounds back then. What a pity I didn't know its value at the time. Otherwise, I should have bought it and stocked up!
Thinking this, Sifa wandered over to a stall selling handmade talismans. Looking at the talismans spread across the stall, he thought of the younger sister from Enqi Town.
Back when he and Helibel had been learning to make talismans, she had given him a Calamity-Averting Talisman. He still wore it on him to this day.
Sifa touched his chest. Beneath his clothes, that talisman was hidden.
He smiled, squatted down, casually picked up several talismans, and