Orario’s currency typically cos in denominations of 100, 1,000, and 10,000 Valis, each corresponding to different sizes of gold coins.
Bell sold all his Goblin daggers for a total of 26.4 million Valis. Even so, the Guild still made a considerable profit. A single Goblin dagger only ranks slightly below low-tier weapons, so 100,000 Valis per piece was already a bargain. Once recycled, they could easily sell for 150,000 Valis apiece.
Eina had explained this to Bell as well, and he didn’t see anything wrong with it. There’s always a price margin in any transaction—there’s no reason the Guild shouldn’t profit from buybacks.
With a hefty sum in hand, Bell left the Guild quietly.
Since she needed to help Bell keep things under wraps, Eina had handed over the money even before the appraisal began. Naturally, once Bell left, the appraisal process in that room comnced.
Eina stepped out of the private room and entered the Guild’s main hall. At that ti of day, few Adventurers were around to conduct business. For Eina, it was the perfect mont.
"Faris, there are so items in the room that need appraisal."
The appraisers were lounging around at their stations, but at Eina’s words, they all imdiately stood up. Everyone knew that room was used for confidential etings, usually involving items that couldn’t be assessed out in the open. Still, had Eina entered with soone earlier?
Since Bell had been wearing a long coat and hood when he arrived—and he wasn’t particularly eye-catching to begin with—few noticed him entering the room. Plus, Eina didn’t exit until so ti after Bell had left, so most of the Guild staff had already forgotten he was ever there.
Not that the appraisers cared much. The room was ant for transactions involving goods—or sellers—that needed to stay discreet. Not knowing who the seller was wasn’t anything unusual in the Guild.
A few of the appraisers, well-versed in the routine, made their way into the room and shut the door behind them. Transactions in that room weren’t ant to be seen from the outside, and the items were always handled with strict confidentiality. The appraisers, knowing the protocol, closed the door without a word.
"!?"
But the mont they stepped inside, they were stunned by the sight.
The entire floor was covered in short daggers of the sa type. They were packed so tightly that a careless move could have soone tripping and falling. The blades shimred with a cold gleam—so visibly sharp that no one in their right mind would touch them casually.
Snapping out of their daze, one appraiser crouched down and picked up a dagger for a closer look. The blade was in excellent condition, and the edge was pristine—it didn’t seem used at all. From its features, he quickly identified the weapon.
"These are... Goblin daggers?"
"No way."
Another appraiser, skeptical, picked one up and gave it a thorough examination. Before long, he reached the sa conclusion: "Goblin daggers." Judging by how new they looked, they must’ve been freshly looted.
"So many Goblin daggers? These things have such a low drop rate—you might not see one for months. What happened this ti?"
Seeing the floor covered with so many identical daggers, the appraisers imdiately understood what kind of transaction this was.
Still, understanding it didn’t make them any less speechless. The two daggers they had just examined were in excellent condition, clearly freshly dropped. Once the Guild resold them, they’d bring in a tidy profit. But this many? The floor was packed, the sheer volu made it impossible to count them at a glance.
The two appraisers froze for a mont as the reality of their task set in. Their faces turned pale.
"Eina... you don’t an we have to appraise all of these, do you?"
Appraising Magic Stones was easy. Most monster drops were too. But weapons were another story—they required far more attention. The quality of a weapon directly affected its resale price, which ant appraisers had to be ticulous. That made it one of the most demanding parts of the job.
Still, that was what they were here for.
The two appraisers held on to a faint glimr of hope. But Eina crushed it without hesitation. With a sweet smile, she delivered the line that sent them tumbling into despair.
"Weapon appraisal is an important part of Guild transactions. So I’ll be counting on you two."
With that, she turned and walked out, leaving them behind. Guild rules were clear: once appraisal began, the appraisers weren’t allowed to leave the room until it was finished. Which ant the two stuck inside wouldn’t be making it to dinner.
They stared blankly at each other.
"She really just dumped us here?"
"Clearly. Eina’s totally thrown us under the bus. We’re not allowed out until it’s all done. Just give up."
Neither of them were rookies—they both knew the rules. But as they looked at the room cramd full of Goblin daggers, they could only fall silent.
"Sigh... Eina really screwed us over this ti."
"Let it go. A big transaction like this isn’t necessarily bad for us. We’ll get a cut of the profits once we finish the appraisal. It’s just... a bit of a grind."
One of them let out a helpless sigh. He knew how these things worked. But there were just too many Goblin daggers in that room. Thorough appraisal work wasn’t sothing that could be rushed, and judging from the quantity, they’d be at it well into the next day.
These two poor appraisers had clearly beco the "sacrificial lambs" of this deal.
Still, the compensation afterward was nothing to scoff at. For big transactions like this, it was standard for appraisers to get a share of the profits. And if it ant working overti, well, you could think of the bonus as hazard pay.
Outside the room, Eina let out a small sigh of relief. She turned back toward the door and whispered, "Sorry." But she didn’t have the luxury of lingering—there was still more to do in keeping this deal under wraps.
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