Karl sighed as he saw the expectant looks on the other Immortals faces, and brought out a few more Peerless Grade items that weren’t geared toward warriors.
"Fine, but only because I’m weak to puppy eyes."
The Immortals laughed at his reluctance. They knew that he was only putting on an act, as he was going to make an obscene amount of money from these items.
Even if he was reluctant to sell them all today, he was still going to making money on them.
At this point, they all knew that if you waited too long, someone would scoop up what you wanted. So, the only viable strategy was to either find a buyer and get the money asap, or to beg and borrow every cent you could, buy the item, then pay your Clan back.
And this was going to be a big debt, unless they could find something to trade.
"Oh, that mage collar... uh... maybe not. I’m not wearing that in combat."
Elder Blackwoods laughed as he saw what the mage was talking about. It was a black leather choker made by Rae that had fifty percent added spell damage and a load of mana regeneration on it, plus casting speed and a bonus to the last spell cast if you used the same spell repeatedly.
It was truly worthy of being a peerless grade item.
But it was also a thick black choker with a silver spiderweb pattern around the outside and a large ring at the front to attach a leash, or name tag.
One of the other mages looked at it, then shrugged.
"I think it’s cute. I wonder if the shop sells a dress that goes with it?"
Her friend laughed. "Oh, they do. They definitely do. Didn’t you hear him say it’s run by a spider Priestess?"
"A spider. She’s an assassin type, not a Priestess."
"Oh. Then, not only will she have the dress, she will have it in exactly your size, even before the system fits it to you."
The Darklight Host mage frowned, and Karl saw a tear roll down her cheek as a notice appeared in his Interface.
{Inter Branch Transfer} 1000 Clan Credits transferred for the purchase of item [Regenerative Choker of Recursive Casting]
Karl patted her on the shoulder and handed over the item.
"You have my sympathy on your savings account."
"It’s worse. I borrowed a lot of that money from my mom."
The mages friends laughed. "Oh, you’re in for it now. She will put you to work if you can’t repay that by the end of the month. That woman is a slave driver."


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