"In that exceedingly powerful Magic World, the Evil Spirit was besieged by demon hunters, and all Casting Daggers were broken. I didnāt expect there were genuine items left!"
The two appraisers said excitedly.
"Auction it for me, and take a commission from the proceeds." Shen Ye said simply.
"Thank you, sir!"
After a series of procedures were completed, the dagger was taken away.
A while later.
A female professional sat across from Shen Ye.
"Edward?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"I heard you collect itemsāplease take a look at this."
The female professional placed a mask on the table.
Shen Ye glanced at it.
Fake.
Even with Prefixes, a fake canāt be turned into a real one.
Waitā
Shen Ye picked up the fake, pretending to scrutinize it.
The entry "The One Behind the Scenes" activated!
Matched successfully.
"Do you want to place the prefix āIndistinguishable from realā on this mask?"
Indistinguishable, but still fake.
Of course, it wouldnāt work.
Shen Ye chose "No," then silently put down the mask and smiled across the table:
"Sorry, I personally donāt like collecting masks, please excuse me."
"No problem, I have this as well, take a look." The female professional said.
She then produced a voodoo doll.
Still a fake.
"I donāt have much knowledge about creations of the Voodoo Civilization, sorry." Shen Ye said.
"What about this?"
The female professional took out a knife and placed it on the table.
A knife?
Shen Ye glanced at it.
No way!
This knifeā
ācould it be a tourist souvenir bought from a stall?
Shen Ye sighed and asked:
"How much do you want?"
"This knife is a genuine prime item, I want a hundred thousand Destruction Coins." The female professional said.
"I donāt have that much money, sorry."
"How much do you have?"
"At the moment, I have no moneyāIāve invested all my money in the auction house, itāll probably return by tomorrow."
"Then Iāll come back to you tomorrow?"
The female professional asked.
Shen Ye felt a bit annoyed, then noticed many people around were paying attention, and his mind suddenly shifted.
"Maāam, why does your knife cost a hundred thousand?"
He asked.
The female professional said: "It has āImmortalā power, never wearing or breaking, andā"
Before she finished, Shen Ye suddenly grabbed the knife, put all Attribute Points into Strength, and then pressed down hard.
"Snap."
The long knife snapped between his two fingers.
"Immortal?"
Shen Ye looked at the female professional in a daze and said: "I havenāt read many books and have limited knowledge, but it canāt even withstand the strength of my two fingersā"
"Are you deceiving me?"
The female professional was startled.
Caught cheating in public could lead to being reported to the Professional Association and then being punished.
"I grabbed the wrong itemāthe real knife is not here with me."
The female professional said hastily.
"I see." Shen Ye acted as if he suddenly understood.
"Wait for meāIāll go get it now."
"Alright, hurry back, Iāll be waiting here for you."
The female professional stood up and left the hall hurriedly.
The others looked thoughtful.
Completely treating others as fools doesnāt work; that lady scammer nearly had a mishap.
Just a little bit more, she would have been taken to the Punishment Institute, facing a lashing.
...One still has to be careful.
For a while.
No one came to Shen Ye.
Shen Ye leisurely sat there, took a sip of coffee.
Immortal?
How could such a weapon exist in this world?
At least be dedicated when deceiving others!
After a while.
A young man approached Shen Ye with a box.
"They say you buy things?"
"Yes, if you have any treasures, feel free to show them."
"This is not exactly a treasureābut I still want to sell it."
He opened the box.
The box was filled with metal fragments.
"Are you kidding me?" Shen Yeās expression darkened.
"Waitālook at this!"
The young man hurriedly grabbed a piece, handed it to Shen Ye.
"Look at the runes on it, and its texture, this kind of metal fragment comes from a world thatās no longer, thereās no armor as sturdy as this anymore."
Shen Ye turned it over in his hand.
Indeed, faint small words appeared:
"Battle Armor of the Master of Sealed World (damaged)."
"No description."
"āIn its prime, it withstood the attacks of two Destructive Main Gods, only began to crack when the third joined the battle."
A good thing.
A title like "World Master" isnāt used lightly.
Unfortunately, the armor is too thoroughly shattered.
"This thing is useless now." Shen Ye said.
"Check out the designs on it, how exquisite!" The young man quickly said.
Shen Ye looked at him.
"Help out, itās for sale if you offer a price." The young man put his hands together.
Shen Ye couldnāt help but chuckle quietly.
Showing your hand right away, thatās not how you do business.
And it looks like he urgently needs money.
Frankly, anyone else would find this thing useless.
At most, it could be bonded together as an armor specimen.
"You really need money?"
Shen Ye asked.
"A comrade is seriously injured, needs potions." The young man said.
"Alright, seeing that youāre so loyal to your friend, Iāll offer a thousand Destruction Coins." Shen Ye said.
"Deal!" The young man exclaimed loudly.
The Healing Arts and potions of the Destruction Temple are expensive, but absolutely wonāt exceed eight hundred Destruction Coins.
The remaining money could sustain some living expenses for a while.
"Thank you very much for your generosity."
The young man said gratefully.
"No problem, hold onto the money, and if you have real good stuff, feel free to come to me." Shen Ye said.
"Absolutely."
The young man hurriedly walked away.
Shen Ye packed the box away, took another sip of his coffee, and stretched comfortably.