Chapter 93

The little fish-person helped him obtain the space ring, and Gevis kept his word and let it go.

“Th-thank you, Gevis, you’re a… good… human…”

After giving Gevis the “good person” card, the little fish-person leapt into the sea.

“My lord, isn’t this too much of a waste? We should’ve kept it!”

Watching the fish-person leave, Lei Meng wore a look of deep regret—this was a fish-person that understood human speech.

From now on, if you wanted anything from the ocean, just tell it, and you’d get it.

“Lei Meng, even if I forcibly enslaved it, getting it to retrieve things would require chaining it up!”

“But what good would a chained creature ever bring? And if it escaped, it would pose a huge threat to our voyage!”

“So it’s better to set it free outright—perhaps it’ll bring unexpected benefits in the future!”

“My lord is wise!”

Lei Meng suddenly understood, realizing his lord’s reasoning was indeed correct.

And perhaps this was what made his lord different.

Any other noble would have chained the fish-person immediately and squeezed out every last bit of value.

…

“Recover! Release!”

“Recover! Release!”

Inside the captain’s cabin, before Gevis on a wooden table, a short blade repeatedly vanished into thin air, then reappeared.

This spectacle, of course, was Gevis testing his space ring.

It has to be said that the space ring lives up to the praise it received in novels from my previous life and is worthy of its precious status in this other world.

Any independent object within thirty centimeters of Gevis’s body could be instantly stored or retrieved.

Unless its volume exceeded the storage capacity, nothing was beyond reach.

Gevis’s space ring held at least five cubic meters.

Though Gevis didn’t know whether this was large or small, he was already extremely satisfied.

If purely for supplying provisions, it could easily sustain him for a year in the wilderness.

The Stormbringer soon docked at Huoshandao, then returned to the mainland only after the magical and elemental tides subsided.

Back at the castle, Gevis had no time to rest.

The third-tier magic scroll and Blood Qi Fruit had not yet been secured.

He rode hard with Lei Meng and the others toward Baron Mil’s territory.

Baron Mil’s territory was only thirty miles from Gevis’s Stormbringer Territory at its closest point, so it wasn’t far.

After barely half an hour of galloping, Gevis arrived at Mil Town.

At that moment, a caravan was parked in the town—the very secondhand merchant group from the intelligence.

And the merchants had just returned from Mil Castle.

…

Gato and Larsen were in low spirits.

Although Baron Mil had purchased over a dozen secondhand longswords and three pieces of secondhand leather armor,

the ordinary secondhand goods brought little profit.

The magic potions and magic trinkets that could have yielded a huge profit had not sold at all.

The reason was simple: these minor nobles, having been deceived for years, had grown smarter and harder to fool.

Thus, traveling all this way to the border and making no profit meant certain losses.

“What a stingy noble!”

“There’s nothing we can do—these border nobles are getting smarter; it’ll be harder to trick them in the future!”

“How I wish a great chaos would sweep across this border, replacing all these nobles with new ones, so we could profit handsomely again for years!”

The two muttered quietly, hoping one day the border would be utterly ravaged by foreign races or demons.

For every purge of border nobility meant a new peak in their business.

And these new customers could be fooled multiple times before they learned to be wary.

By the way, don’t these nobles get angry about being deceived?

No, no, no—they weren’t deceiving anyone. They sold genuine secondhand magical items.

Some items had unstable effects, or lost magical power over time—it wasn’t their fault.

More importantly, not just anyone could run a secondhand merchant caravan; they had long since paid off their patrons in Eagle City.

Every year they paid tribute, and even if the minor nobles turned hostile, they dared not complain—only cursed their own bad luck.

Just as the two were speaking, they felt the sunlight ahead suddenly blocked.

Confused, they looked up—and saw several towering horses standing before them.

“Flame Horses?”

Experienced as they were, their eyes immediately gleamed.

But upon seeing the handsome young man at the head of the group, they quickly suppressed their excitement and bowed respectfully: “Your Grace!”

Then they stepped aside—any noble youth who could ride Flame Horses was beyond their reach.

“You’re the managers of the secondhand merchant caravan?”

The two froze, wary: “Yes, noble sir. What may we do for you?”

“I want to buy some weapons and equipment from you.”

“Buy weapons and equipment?” The two were surprised—did a noble scion really need secondhand weapons?

“What, don’t you have any?”

“No, of course we do, noble sir! We have both ordinary secondhand weapons and magical items!”

The two exchanged glances, each understanding the other’s intent.

Normally, they dared not provoke a noble scion like this.

But since this fat lamb had walked right up to them, they couldn’t resist—fortune favors the bold, and they wouldn’t mind taking a heavy cut.

Immediately, they began to warmly entertain him, first pushing ordinary weapons, then subtly steering toward magic potions and scrolls.

Gevis saw through their intentions clearly, yet showed no reaction.

He first selected over a hundred spears, then idly flipped through the secondhand “magical artifacts.”

“Noble sir, this magic scroll is a second-tier Earth Wall spell—it instantly summons a three-meter-high, ten-meter-long earthen wall, lasting two minutes. Extremely useful against vicious beasts!”

“But due to its age, some magical energy has leaked, so the summoned wall may be slightly diminished.”

“Of course, this scroll originally cost at least ten gold coins—but now it’s only four! Even with the diminished effect, it’s still a huge bargain!”

“Is that so?” Gevis picked up the Earth Wall scroll and examined it closely, while Gato and Larsen grew tense beyond measure.

They’d had a mage verify this scroll—the magical energy had decayed by ninety percent; though the wall’s size remained unchanged, its duration was now less than one-tenth of the original.

Such a scroll was worth at most one gold coin—any more was a gross overestimate.

Selling it for four gold coins meant a profit of three gold coins—pure blood money.

Yet under their watchful eyes, Gevis silently set the Earth Wall scroll down without a word.

“What about this one?”

“Your Grace, this is a third-tier ‘Flame Serpents’ Dance.’ Unfortunately, due to its age, its power is likely reduced to one-third! Originally priced at thirty gold coins, now it’s only ten!”