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.

weapons with incredible value. Thus, ordinary

said, "Mr. Luo has not joined the membership of our Weapon Pavilion

a breach of the rules. If we let this brat

patience. He could not afford to upset his honored guest. Thus, he snarled, "Move it, you bastards! Get out of our way!" The middle-aged shopkeeper was desperate that he blurted out

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

the two guards finally moved, the middle-aged shopkeeper spoke to Zen with a smiley face, "After you, Mr. Luo. I apologize that you must witness that. These two

fine. They were doing their jobs. We are actually putting them in a difficult situation right now." He

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

many distinguished guests. Even at a quick glance, one could

fact, the floor was constituted

it was planted in warm during winter and cool in summer. The royal palace first transplanted a turf at the back of the palace. Later,

plant. Since there weren't many high mountains in the South, it immediately became rare and precious after the noble clans frenzied about

patch of the Earthy Fur Grass under Zen's feet was almost worth a hundred cubic crystals. And that had not

that a patch of that grass was too much and that they couldn't afford it even if they kept working for the rest of their

window beside Zen was made of transparent colored glaze, while the decorating frame around it revealed strips of natural cloud pattern, which showed that it was made of equally precious

please!" Seeing Zen was looking around, the middle-aged shopkeeper was happy that his distinguished client was amazed by the glory of the

purpose of pouring so much time and money to decorate the second floor

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

Zen weaved through

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

he saw an exhibition stand on the

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

on the middle of several iron sticks. And when he got closer, a

be a supreme spiritual weapon. It was

he was curious about the broadsword, he didn't intend to own one. When the middle-aged shopkeeper noticed that Zen

and gestured the middle-aged

and passed by assorted weapons that

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