Ed didn't show anything unusual; he simply started picking through the samples of goods on the stall.
Fabric? We can buy some. Next time, we can select a few players with relevant skills to enter the game and broaden the horizons of that fat boss in Dragonborn Village, preventing him from thinking that his clothes are the best in the world.
Standard weapons? You could buy some and sell them to other players in your own shop. As for the price, just raise it by 10%. After all, you weren't there when the Mystery Shop refreshed.
Aberration dried-up items? You can buy some. Under the guidance of [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ], three or four newbies have already started equipping these disposable external limbs. They will definitely like these things.
Mithril ore? This doesn't seem like much...
How many are left? I'll buy them all!
A spirited young girl's voice suddenly rang out, startling Ed, Gray, and Duolin, who was not far away.
Ed looked to his side and saw a red-haired girl hissing as she inhaled at the shimmering silver-white minerals, as if she were savoring a dish.
Goodness, this truly embodies the phrase "came here just by smelling it"...
"All of it?" Gray, as if injected with a stimulant, blurted out words of praise:
"The boss is so generous!"
"Of course!"
Seraphina readily accepted the compliment and pointed towards her bank:
"Just send it to the back; I'll handle it myself."
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the bank, but Ed grabbed her sleeve:
"You haven't paid yet."
Seraphina looked at Ed with her golden eyes and began to explain earnestly:
"Dragons never pay."
With that, she pulled her sleeve off Ed and swaggered back to the bank.
Gray looked at Ed, and Ed looked at Gray.
After a few seconds of stalemate, the merchant reached out his hand:
"Boss, you'll pay, right?"
Yes, right?
At this moment, Ed felt unprecedented pressure.
He really enjoyed using the Tree Worship Church's card recently, getting tax reductions and exemptions and having a great time.
But now, after Seraphina swiped her card once, she experienced that feeling of helplessness.
This constitutes investors forcibly influencing the company's progress, which is not a good practice.
But on second thought, the allure of precious metals to dragons is undeniable. For Seraphina to offer to buy all the ore instead of turning Gray into a kebab like the former bishop and then devouring the entire mobile fortress through a double-cross is already considered quite polite among dragons.
Thinking about how he still needed to establish a trade route, generate revenue through exporting grain or specialty products, and maintain good relations with various forces in the World of Disorder, Ed smiled and looked at Gray again:
"Of course I would. I would never renege on a debt."
This is a lie!
As he said this, Ed had already made up his mind to renege on the start-up capital that Seraphina had lent him.
Anyway, I still have a hundred years, and I'm sure I can come up with a huge prank to avenge today's humiliation.
Ed's purchase was completed quickly: all the mithril ore, plus half the cloth, weapons, and Aberration materials... Crates of supplies were transported down the conveyor belt on the mobile fortress, and glittering gold coins went into Gray's pocket.
Aside from the little incident with Seraphina, Ed spent a total of 50 gold on this purchase, but Ed had already come to terms with it, wasn't bothered by it. He knew that his players would buy these items sooner or later, and the funds would flow back into his hands. At that time, he would not only break even but also make a profit.
Another reason was that the ore from Seraphina cost a total of 100 gold, and compared to that, Ed felt he was really thrifty...
Fortunately, this was only the first transaction, Ed didn't mind taking a slight loss. After all, fishing requires bait, and everything would be fine once his forces had special products that could be sold in the market!
After finishing his purchase of the "bulk" goods, Gray seemed somewhat unsatisfied.
He glanced at Ed and asked:
"My lord, my friend, would you like some good stuff?"
Tell me about it.
Ed tilted his head slightly, showing clear interest in his proposal.
Gray leaned closer and whispered:
"These are large quantities of goods outside, and I also have some rare items inside my fortress. If you don't mind..."
"You mean you want me to go in and see?"
Ed raised an eyebrow slightly. He wasn't worried that the other party was playing some kind of trap, but he simply felt that the mobile fortress might contain some secrets of the Graycast Corridor that shouldn't be revealed to outsiders.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking. Please take a look around inside for a while and think it over. I can do my business outside first."
Gray gave a slight bow, inviting Ed into a display room (storage room) on the first floor of the fortress, while he himself planned to feed the hungry players outside first.
With the official procurement concluded, Ed entered the mobile fortress, Duolin became an observer, and the market was now open to the players who had been drooling over the mobile fortress.
After a few busy days at the construction site or in the woods, it's time for everyone to indulge in some spending.
A system notification appeared in front of them at that moment:
[Event: " Gray's Mysterious Shop" is now open]
Event Introduction: Gray is a traveling merchant active in the northern region of Aduolin Province. He was impressed by the wisdom of the Soul Returner, so he decided to stop here for a day and show them his "scrap metal".
*Note: Gray visits the castle every two months, and the shop's inventory will be partially refreshed.
"It's a mysterious businessman!"
One player shouted excitedly, "We've all played a lot of games, and we've seen plenty of merchants like this."
But this was their first time experiencing the arrival of a traveling merchant so firsthand, which excited them and sparked their interest.
Do merchants in " World of Disorder " also pull goods out of thin air?
As the trade began, most players focused their attention on the standard weapons from the Graycast Corridor and the Aberration Dried Goods, as these items that could enhance combat power were always their top choice.
In the crowd, [ the Good Times Don't Last ] picked up a double-edged dagger that gleamed coldly, weighed it in his hand, and looked at the flustered Gray:
How much is this?
"One sword costs 1 silver and 50 copper; buy ten at once for a discount!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He looked at the chilling dagger in his hand, then at the short spear at his waist, the burrs still scraggly, and wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to speak.
The déjà vu was so strong that for a moment he thought he had fallen into a vicious cycle, or that he was about to die, and that one of the most unbearable things in his life was playing out before his eyes...
"Well."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He sighed, put the dagger back on the stall, and muttered some incomprehensible words like "different price range," "aimed at novice users," "high cost performance," and "don't feel bad if it breaks" as he squeezed out of the crowd.
Amidst the commotion, the only player who had reached level one, [ Howling Pothos ], frowned slightly, sniffed, and looked towards the mobile fortress:
"Why does it smell... like blood?"