“Let me see it first,” the middle-aged man said, sensing the young man’s aura was not strong and choosing this place out of caution. He slowly relaxed his guard.
Alavin tossed a stone into the air, and with a flick of the Gold-Veined Bronzesword, it cut cleanly through, leaving a smooth surface. “One hand for Combat Magic, the other for the weapon.”
The woman’s eyes were filled with an unmistakable desire as she nudged the man subtly. “Since you’ve already mastered the Indigo Viper, perhaps...”
The man hesitated, knowing full well that he had studied the Indigo Viper spell thoroughly; yet, he was aware it could fetch a handsome price at any other auction. “My Combat Magic is Novice Tier-2,” he said with a hint of challenge in his voice. “Do you reckon your sword is worthy of an exchange?”
“It’s up to you to trade or not, and to decide if it’s worth the price,” Alavin replied, stepping back towards the edge of the cliff.
“You mean to traverse the Cloudveil Woods alone?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“What might I call you?”
“That, too, is none of your concern. I am here solely for this transaction."
The middle-aged man wavered, consulting the woman beside him, "Do you truly fancy it?"
"Indeed, I do!"
With that, the man produced the worn parchment of the Indigo Viper Combat Magic and tossed it to Alavin.
Alavin caught it and quickly glanced over the scroll before throwing his Gold-Veined Bronzesword in exchange. The woman caught the sword midair, her face lighting up with a radiant smile as she brandished it excitedly.
"This Gold-Veined Bronzesword might have a peculiar history. I advise caution in its use, lest you draw unwanted attention. Fare thee well," Alavin said, before leaping from the cliff. He plummeted thirty meters, flipping mid-air and landing with a resounding splash that sent water soaring into the sky.
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