Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Chapter 157 Melting (Part One)

More than two hundred mysterious weapons were aligned in order.

The middle-aged shopkeeper carried a gold plated abacus in one hand. With the other hand, he fiddled with the beads. Aside from the rather loud clacking noise from the beads, no other sound could be heard in the room. At the end of his counting, he said, "There are 220 mysterious weapons, and each has a different cost. The total cost of your purchase is 22, 000 cubic crystals." Soon after getting the result of the calculations, the shopkeeper looked at Zen with a smile and said, "Since you have purchased such an enormous number of mysterious weapons, Weapon Pavilion will be happy to give you a discount of 10%. By rounding off the calculated amount to the nearest integer, we only need you to pay for the weapons with 20, 000 cubic crystals. May I know if you accept the price?"

The shopkeeper had agreed to sell the mysterious weapons at a lower cost. Zen thought the 10% discount was acceptable. So he nodded in agreement.

Shortly after that, Zen walked out of the Weapon Pavilion accompanied by the middle-aged shopkeeper. They found a Blessed Draft Bank at a corner of the trading market.

As Zen entered the Blessed Draft Bank, the bank's employees showed indifference to him. But as soon as Zen took his golden token out, the staff's attitude toward him changed. The staff of the Blessed Draft Bank knew that holders of golden tokens were either wealthy or noble. Thus, they had to treat these people kindly and provide them with considerate services.

A few moments later, an employee of the Blessed Draft Bank issued a bank note for 20, 000 cubic crystals and handed it to Zen, who then gave the note to the middle-aged shopkeeper.

Their transaction was concluded with this exchange.

The middle-aged man was very excited to have gotten such an enormous amount of cubic crystals from this transaction, but he tried not to show the excitement on his face. After years of hard work at the Weapon Pavilion, he had been promoted from an ordinary employee to the shopkeeper. By working in this position, he could earn much more than before. But apart from his salary, he could also earn a considerable amount of commission from selling such a large number of top-grade mysterious weapons in this transaction.

Upon their return to the Weapon Pavilion, Zen tucked the stack of mysterious weapons he had bought into his space ring.

Zen placed the

bid the shopkeeper goodbye and left the

the middle-aged shopkeeper and said, "That guy

also confused. He shrugged and shared his guess. "Perhaps he has bought

his head. Apparently, he wasn't entirely satisfied with

exit of Weapon Pavilion long after Zen had left. Each of them pondered over Zen's actions.

Sect, he made his way to Drizzle Peak. The sun had set for hours, and almost all disciples were settled in their rooms

his room, Zen allowed himself to feel excited. All this while, he had tempered his emotions so

mysterious

consume that many drops of heavenly essence, it would be enough

had only lit up seven dragon scales, and his strength far exceeded that of disciples who were at the same level as him. And so, his power would be enhanced a lot if more than

was not Zen's plan.

the heavenly essence to the

he thought of the price of the heavenly

120, 000 cubic crystals. Perhaps 1, 200, 000 cubic crystals would be gained

understood that only rare items were

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