When Nirina walked out of the shop, he held the 200 fedulings and a bag of Sweet Nothings, which was a good spiritual tea that he extorted from the shopkeeper.
When Nirina drank the spiritual tea, he thought it was extraordinary.
Nirina inquired about the tea, and he found out that those tea leaves were plucked from a plantation in the sect’s territories.
Hence, it was naturally nourished with spiritual Qi, and it was far from comparable to ordinary tea leaves.
Each tea leaf contained subtle spiritual Qi, so when one brewed and drank it, it would help with concentration, useful for cultivation.
It was also why one small bag of tea leaves would cost 30 fedulings.
Now that Nirina saw it, the tea leaves were naturally Nirina‘s.
Regardless of how much it pained the shopkeeper, Nirina still left the shop feeling satisfied.
Now that the troublesome scimitars are traded for fedulings that he urgently needed, Nirina was relieved.
He once again found a hidden alley, and after making sure that there was no one around, Nirina rubbed the few specific spots on his face.
Soon, Nirina returned to his original appearance.
Then, he took out the Silver Scales Spear and made his way to the Oceans Chamber of Commerce.
Yesterday, Nirina saw a gorgeous carriage pulled by six crimson-horned unicorns stopped in front of the Oceans Chamber of Commerce.
However, it was no longer there today, and the Oceans Chamber of Commerce’s entrance returned to its usual quietness.
It was as if nothing happened yesterday.
Nirina was unbothered.
After entering the Oceans Chamber of Commerce, he directly walked toward the booth where he purchased the inscription items yesterday.
The person that greeted Nirina was still the plump shopkeeper yesterday.
When he noticed it was Nirina again, the shopkeeper forced a smile.
“You’re here again.
What do you want to buy today?”
“I’m not here to buy but to sell,” Nirina answered.
The shopkeeper was stunned, but he soon nodded.
“Sell? Yes, we do accept inscription materials.
What are you planning to sell?”
“I‘m not selling materials, but inscriptions.” Then, Nirina took out the three weight inscriptions he prepared and patted them in front of the shopkeeper.
“Sell inscriptions?” The shopkeeper’s plump cheeks shook, and he widened his eyes in surprise as he stared at Nirina in disbelief.
“Don’t you accept inscriptions here?” Nirina frowned.
Based on his understanding, regardless of whether the shops outside or Oceans Chamber of Commerce, they acquired inscriptions.
Since on the one hand, it was necessary to prepare for emergencies, and on the other hand, it was also essential to stock up on goods.
After all, inscriptions were not easy to come by.
”Sir, are you saying… After you went back yesterday, you‘ve successfully drawn out inscriptions?” The shopkeeper was stunned, but soon he regained his senses, and his tone was filled with doubt.
Although he was not an inscription master nor an apprentice, he was responsible for the inscriptions booth in the Oceans Chamber of Commerce.
Hence, the shopkeeper was also knowledgeable with inscriptions.
He knew the most gifted person in inscriptions, who was currently being personally entertained by the manager behind, had also failed many times before finally succeeding when he first began.
Therefore, the shopkeeper’s first reaction was that Nirina was bluffing.
Nevertheless, Nirina did not answer him and just raised his brows, hinting at the shopkeeper to take a look
Finally, the shopkeeper took the three pieces of weight inscriptions with skepticism.
At first glance, there was light floating on its surface, and there was no problem.
It was indeed an inscription.
However, under closer inspection, the shopkeeper was sure that these were indeed inscriptions, and they were the level one middle-rank weight inscription.
The shopkeeper instantly became suspicious.
He could not believe that Nirina drew these inscriptions.
The only possibility was he found a few inscriptions somewhere, so he was here to sell them.
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