Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

"Mr. Luo, what a pleasure! How may I help you this time?" Having been in the business for decades, the middle-aged shopkeeper excelled at dealing with customers, and both his tone and expression were carefully adjusted.

But since Zen was a customer with a deep-pocket, the middle-aged shopkeeper was too excited that his voice was trembling.

"Oh? Hello, sir!" After exchanging greetings with the shopkeeper, Zen explained, "I'm here to see what weapons the Weapon Pavilion has in store for me."

The middle-aged shopkeeper wanted to ask Zen about the weapons he bought last time. 'More than two hundred mysterious weapons, sufficient to build up a private army. I wonder what he purchased so many for.' With a second thought, the middle-aged shopkeeper decided not to pose such a question, because he might violate certain taboo and offend the customer.

Thus, the middle-aged shopkeeper asked beamingly, "I'll be more than willing to show you around. What kind of weapons do you have in mind? Our Weapon Pavilion has recently acquired a fresh batch of mysterious weapons."

He assumed that Zen would like to take another shipment of mysterious weapon this time. But Zen shook his head and clarified, "This time I don't want any mysterious weapon. Perhaps next time. Right now, I just want to buy a sword."

Zen was not anxious to purchase mysterious weapons to prepare the heavenly essence.

He was biding his time until Wurth auctioned the first batch of the heavenly essence, then he would act according to the circumstances. Anyway, he still had over six hundred drops of the heavenly essence at hand. Even if they were bought at the auction, next time Zen would not release so many drops of the heavenly essence to the market at a time.

In the Eastern Region, he was the only one who could offer a stable supply of the heavenly essence and no other shop or brand was in this business. Being the exclusive supplier, Zen was aware that the heavenly essence was valuable because of its rarity.

If a big volume of the heavenly essence suddenly appeared in the market, its price would surely plummet. Therefore, the best method was to sell it in several small batches.

"A sword? What kind of sword do you want?" the middle-aged shopkeeper inquired.

"I'll know once I see. Take me to your showroom so I can look." Zen didn't have a specific idea of the sword he wanted, so he would like to look at samples first.

After all, it was hard to pin down the ideal one at first glance.

"Now that Mr. Luo only wants one sword, I won't suggest these ordinary ones on the first floor," said the middle-aged shopkeeper with a smile. He had already witnessed how wealthy Zen was. 'He has bought over two hundred mysterious weapons. And now that he only wants one weapon, these mysterious weapons won't be good enough for him.' "Let me take you to the second floor instead. The best items of our Weapon Pavilion are on the second floor!"

Zen nodded and followed behind the middle-aged shopkeeper.

However, before he could step onto the stairs leading up to the second floor, Zen was stopped by two guards stationed by the staircase.

"The access to the second floor requires the verification of membership for the Weapon Pavilion," one of the guards announced.

Pavilion housed many legendary weapons with incredible value. Thus, ordinary people were not allowed to enter

the membership of our Weapon Pavilion yet. But he is a distinguished guest

of the rules. If we let this brat pass through and he tampered or

he snarled, "Move it, you bastards! Get out of our way!" The middle-aged shopkeeper was desperate that he blurted out such curse at the two guards.

considering the status of the middle-aged shopkeeper, they could only suck it up and retreated

spoke to Zen with a smiley face, "After you, Mr. Luo. I apologize that you must witness that. These two guards are just ignorant of the norms, so please

fine. They were doing their jobs. We are actually putting them in a difficult situation right now." He could empathize with the two guards. Considering that they

Weapon Pavilion was smaller compared to the first floor. But since

very spacious, the room was well decorated to impress many distinguished guests. Even at a quick glance, one

example, the floor looked like it was carpeted with some sort of a handmade fluffy green rug. But in fact, the floor was constituted by a kind of plant called Earthy Fur Grass. The Earthy Fur Grass usually lived in the slits between high mountains in the

during winter and cool in summer. The royal palace first transplanted a turf at the back of the palace. Later, all the noble clans in Imperial Capital

there weren't many high mountains in the South, it immediately became rare

small patch of the Earthy Fur Grass under Zen's feet was almost worth a hundred cubic crystals. And that had

was too much and that they couldn't afford it even if they kept working for the rest

beside Zen was made of transparent colored glaze, while the decorating

that his

Weapon Pavilion knew well his customers' mindset very well. The purpose of pouring so much time and money to decorate the second floor of the Weapon Pavilion was exactly to create such an effect.

expression of the middle-aged shopkeeper, Zen smiled faintly instead. He did not find luxury and comfort off-putting. He could also do with a lousy

the lead of the middle-aged shopkeeper, Zen weaved

room was not as large as the first floor, there was a lot of

hall, he saw an exhibition stand on the floor, and in the middle of it laid

no mysterious weapons on this floor. Everywhere Zen looked, he could only see spiritual weapons

saw a fully scarlet broadsword hanging on the middle of several iron sticks. And when he got closer, a wave of powerful force hit him. It was blazing

of it, this broadsword must be a

broadsword, he didn't intend to own one. When the middle-aged shopkeeper noticed that Zen was interested in this broadsword, he eagerly

his head and gestured the middle-aged

assorted weapons

by so many exhibitions, Zen finally stopped in front of one