He walked along the platform, the sound of dripping water echoing around him, until he reached a section of the wall that appeared no different from the rest. Pressing a hidden button, a small panel slid open, revealing a surprisingly new and well-maintained elevator. Its sleek metallic doors gleamed under the dim light, looking out of place when compared to the rundown surroundings.
Stepping into the elevator, the doors closed silently behind him, and the elevator began its descent. The hum of the machinery was the only sound, a steady, almost soothing rhythm as he was carried deeper underground.
After what felt like an eternity, the elevator came to a smooth stop. The doors slid open with a quiet hiss.
Stepping out of the elevator, Alister found himself in the heart of a bustling underground city, its vast space illuminated by mana crystal shards hanging from the cavernous ceiling. The crystals cast a mystical light that bathed the entire city in a soft, otherworldly glow.
Alister raised the hood of his cloak over his head, the shadow of the Phantom Spade’s mask blending seamlessly with the dim surroundings.
This was the underground city of Nocturnus, a haven for those who thrived outside the law, was a place where a lot of mining took place, as well as the smuggling of items not approved by the Union into the city.
“This place always gives off the vibe of a dungeon.”
Alister muttered to himself, his voice barely audible beneath the mask. He still wasn’t used to coming here, the air here felt like it was always filled with danger and secrets.
As he walked down the main road, he couldn’t help but notice how much busier it seemed today. People of all kinds-merchants, thieves, mercenaries, and shadowy figures-filled the streets, their voices blending into a constant murmur.
The whole place was a lot busier than usual.
‘Must be because of the Reaper Guild’s auction.’
Alister thought, his eyes looking around the crowd from beneath his hood. He continued to walk.
Passing various stalls and shops, Alister noticed traders haggling over rare goods and contraband, their negotiations heated but discreet. The smell of exotic spices and the sound of unfamiliar languages filled the air, adding to the sense of being in a different world entirely.
He turned down a side street, seeking out a familiar vendor who dealt in rare items. The vendor’s stall was tucked away in a quieter corner of the market. Alister’s footsteps echoed slightly as he approached, the dim light casting long shadows.
“Oh, Mr. Spade,” the vendor greeted him with a nod, recognizing Alister instantly.
“What brings you here today?”
“I need to sell a few items, and quickly,” Alister said, his voice sounding deeper due to the effects of the mask. He reached into his cloak, his hand slipping into his inventory, and pulled out a massive pouch, revealing a collection of rare and valuable items.
“That magic trick of yours never gets old,” the vendor said, referring to the fact that Alister seemed to pull out such a massive bag from under his cloak. Wearing a monocle, he examined the items closely. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got for me today.”
The vendor’s eyes widened slightly as he examined each piece, his fingers lingering over a particularly shiny amulet. “These will fetch a good price,” the vendor said, looking up at Alister. “But why the rush?”
“I need funds for an auction.” Alister watched as the vendor kept looking around the collection of artifacts. Among them were shimmering scales, a glowing orb, and a set of finely carved bones. The vendor’s eyes widened slightly, his fingers itching to touch the pieces.
“These are impressive,” the vendor said, his voice filled with greed. “I’ll give you 500,000 Union Credits for the lot.”
Alister shook his head, folding his arms. “500,000? These items were obtained from monsters beyond the city walls. I’ve got scales from a Crimson Serpent, a Soulstone from a Wraith, and bones from an Undead Titan, and many more. Obtaining these wasn’t an easy task-I risked my life.”
“I’ll be taking 2 million credits at the very least, that is if you don’t want to ever do business with me again.”
“2 million!? What, do you think I’m made of union credits?”
“You keep on using that to pull one over on me.”
The vendor rolled his eyes, scoffing. “And quit it with that ‘beyond the wall’ crap. Do you actually expect me to believe that?”
Alister began gathering the items back into his pouch. “No problem then. I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
“Wait!” the vendor called out, his voice laced with urgency. “I said I found it hard to believe, not that I wasn’t interested in purchasing.”
“I’ll give you 2.1 million, how does that sound?”
Alister paused, looking back at the vendor. “So, we have a deal then?” ƒгeewebnovёl.com
The vendor let out a reluctant sigh, realizing he couldn’t let such valuable items slip through his fingers. “Deal.”
He pulled out his Union card and hovered it over Alister’s, the transaction completing with a soft beep. Alister pocketed his card as he prepared to leave.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Alister said, adjusting his hood as he prepared to leave. The vendor nodded, though the disappointment of losing the haggling match was clearly displayed on his face.
Alister turned and walked away, the bustling sounds of the underground city fading slightly as he moved towards his next destination.
As Alister made his way through the busy underground city, he made his way through the throngs of people, his eyes looking around the various signs and stalls for any indication of the Reaper Guild’s auction.
He pulled his hood further over his head, blending into the shadows as he moved.
Turning a corner, Alister’s gaze was focused on a distant sign when he suddenly collided with
someone.
He barely registered the impact, his sturdy frame absorbing the collision without stumbling. However, the person he bumped into wasn’t so lucky and fell to the ground with a small gasp. “Oh, ouch!” she exclaimed, looking up at Alister as she picked herself up. “The heck? You’re as sturdy as a wall!”
Alister reached down to help her up, his gloved hand extended. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you alright?”
She took his hand, her eyes momentarily looking at his masked face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, brushing the dust off her clothes. She was a young woman, dark blue hair and sharp red eyes and an air of confidence despite the mishap.
“Not many people can knock me off my feet like that, you must be really strong huh?” Alister gave a slight nod, his tone neutral. “Good to know. Actually, you might be able to help me. I’m looking for the Reaper Guild’s auction. Do you know where it is?”
The woman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “The Reaper Guild’s auction, huh? You must be looking for something special. It’s not far from here. Head down this street,” she pointed to a narrow, less crowded path, “and take the second left. You’ll see a large building with their emblem on it. You can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” Alister said, offering a brief nod of gratitude.
“No problem. I’m actually going there too.”
