Chapter 114 Shadowwing Auction House
Kurtz Workshop rarely saw customers, so when Eric walked in, Luciora immediately noticed him.
"Welcome, Lord Demonbane. Our shop offers a wide variety of high-quality items. How may I assist you today?" Luciora inquired respectfully, approaching with a slight bow.
Eric hadn't anticipated the sheer reverence the Demonbane title commanded, extending even to the heart of Shadowwing Citadel.
"Show me your latest acquisitions," Eric stated simply.
"My Lord, we've received a plethora of new items this week. I'm certain you'll find something to your liking," Luciora replied with a confident smile.
"Show me, then." Eric nodded, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Never in his previous life had Eric ventured beyond the first floor. The existence of a second floor, let alone one housing items for sale, came as a surprise.
"Right this way, My Lord."
With a graceful gesture, Luciora guided Eric up a winding staircase to the second floor.
The upper level was a treasure trove of rare engineering marvels, displayed in gleaming glass cases. Each piece was a testament to craftsmanship, a feast for the eyes of any discerning adventurer.
One display, in particular, seized Eric's attention.
Jet Blasters!
The ultimate escape tool in all of Divine Realms: Legends. With these strapped to one's back, evading danger in the Wilderness or escaping a relentless pursuer would be a breeze.
Moreover, these weren't run-of-the-mill Jet Blasters. These were Obsidian Level, crafted by the hand of a master engineer. Their attributes and effects dwarfed those of their common counterparts.
However, the price tag of 1,200 gold was enough to make even the wealthiest adventurer balk. Eric, despite his comfortable financial standing, found himself short.
He continued his exploration, each subsequent display case revealing items that captivated him. Every piece held the potential to be immensely beneficial, yet his current funds restricted him to mere window shopping.
"Lord Demonbane, are none of these items to your satisfaction?" Luciora inquired, her voice laced with concern as she observed Eric's repeated headshakes. Customers with such high-profile were a rarity.
Embarrassment prevented Eric from admitting his lack of funds. The items here commanded exorbitant prices, each costing dozens, if not hundreds, of gold. With a meager thirty gold to his name, he could, at best, afford a single item.
"Do you have any Frostbite Grenades?" Eric asked, opting for practicality over extravagance.
"Lord Demonbane, Frostbite Grenades are part of our regular inventory on the first floor. They wouldn't be displayed in our VIP section," Luciora explained, leading Eric back down the stairs.
Only then did it dawn on Eric – the second floor was reserved for VIP clientele. It explained the exceptional quality and equally exceptional prices. In his previous life, he had stumbled upon this workshop much later, as a seasoned level seventy adventurer. However, without the prestigious Demonbane title, he was confined to the first floor's offerings, which, even then, had yielded valuable finds.
Now, fate had unveiled the VIP section's treasures, only to remind him of his current financial limitations. He'd have to amass a small fortune before he could indulge in the luxuries it offered.
The first floor presented a more modest selection, with significantly lower prices.
"Lord Demonbane, these are the Frostbite Grenades. We offer three tiers: basic, intermediate, and advanced. Which would you prefer?" Luciora inquired, presenting three distinct grenades.
Basic Frostbite Grenades: Effective against monsters (and players) below level 30, inflicting 200 frost damage within a 30-foot radius. Targets are frozen for 5 seconds and suffer a 60% movement speed reduction for 12 seconds. Each grenade costs 1 silver 50 copper.
Intermediate Frostbite Grenades: Effective against monsters (and players) below level 70, inflicting 800 frost damage within a 36-foot radius. Targets are frozen for 5 seconds and suffer a 60% movement speed reduction for 12 seconds. Each grenade costs 10 silver.
Advanced Frostbite Grenades: Effective against monsters (and players) below level 120, inflicting 2000 frost damage within a 45-foot radius. Targets are frozen for 5 seconds and suffer a 60% movement speed reduction for 12 seconds. Each grenade costs 70 silver.
A single intermediate Frostbite Grenade possessed the power to obliterate a level 5 monster decked out in full Bronze Equipment. While the basic grenades couldn't guarantee an instant kill, their ability to freeze a target for 5 seconds and cripple their movement speed for 12 seconds was nothing short of terrifying.
The advanced Frostbite Grenades, however, remained a luxury for the elite few. The 2000 frost damage was formidable, and the 45-foot effective radius was nothing short of devastating. Had Eric possessed these during his encounter with the Martial Alliance, the battle would have been a trivial affair. Three well-placed grenades would have ended the conflict swiftly.
However, at 70 silver apiece, the advanced grenades were simply beyond his current means. Using them at his current level would be a waste of their true potential.
"I'll take three sets of basic and thirty intermediate Frostbite Grenades," Eric decided, opting for a mix of utility and firepower. The intermediate grenades would serve him well, should he cross paths with the Martial Alliance again.
Each set of Frostbite Grenades contained 200 pieces, ensuring a plentiful supply for the foreseeable future.
"Lord Demonbane, as a token of our appreciation, you are entitled to a 10% discount on your purchase. Your total comes to 10 gold 80 silver," Luciora announced after a quick calculation.
"Excellent," Eric replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Never in his previous life, even as a renowned third-tier Sword King, had he received a discount at this establishment. The Demonbane title truly held unimaginable weight, granting him privileges beyond his wildest expectations.
With his purchase complete, Eric hailed a carriage and made his way to the bustling heart of the trade district – the Shadowwing Auction House.
The Shadowwing Auction House was an architectural marvel, a testament to the city's opulence. It sprawled across an area equivalent to four football fields, its 188 stories piercing the heavens. Nobles from every corner of Divine Realms: Legends, even fifth-tier Lords, graced its halls in search of rare and coveted treasures.
As Eric approached the entrance, he was greeted by a queue of more than a dozen players, all eagerly awaiting their turn to enter.
This came as no surprise. The appearance of a single pass in Willowbrook Town was a momentous occasion. Silvervale City governed hundreds of such towns, Eldoria boasted over a hundred cities, and Divine Realms: Legends encompassed over a hundred countries. The presence of a few hundred players in Shadowwing Citadel was par for the course.
The players in line were all seasoned veterans, their levels ranging from six to seven. The most imposing among them was a burly level 7 warrior, his face adorned with a thick stubble. He sported a complete set of level 5 Bronze Level Armor and wielded a massive black iron axe, a clear indication of his brute strength. The remaining players were all level 6, each clad in their own sets of Bronze Level Armor, none of them appearing to be pushovers.
Their gazes fell upon Eric as he approached. They noted his level – a respectable 7, matching that of the burly warrior.
However, it was his attire that truly set him apart. He was clad in a finely crafted silver-white suit, its design exuding elegance and secret menace. Though it was identified as Bronze Level Armor, its craftsmanship hinted at a higher quality. His weapons further solidified his status—two Mithril swords, one shrouded in an aura of mystery, the other clearly identifiable as a high-grade Mithril blade.
He was a force to be reckoned with, far surpassing the burly warrior in terms of both equipment and presence. The desire to forge a connection with this enigmatic figure bloomed within them.
"Greetings, friend. I am SolitarySwan of the Temple of the Crescent Moon. Forgive my intrusion, but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before. Is this your first time in Shadowwing Citadel?" a level 6 Swordsman inquired, his tone respectful and curious.
Eric had chosen not to conceal his identity entirely when venturing into Shadowwing Citadel. He had merely altered his appearance to resemble Black Flame, ensuring that no one would recognize him as Kai Blackthorn.
Intrigued by the scholar's introduction, Eric turned his gaze towards the man named SolitarySwan.
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