The realization shocked everyone to their core. How could a person be so extravagant?
They finally understood why it was that this place had no doors and not even a single window. How could anyone hope to deal with this fortress? Let alone claiming this plot of land back, one might not even be able to find the shop plaque to snatch back in the first place.
One of the only quirks of shops was that their plaques couldn't leave the imdiate vicinity of their territory. This rule was implented to stop shop owners from simply running away with the plaque so that their stores couldn't be claid by others.
Of course, all the rules ant to promote competition were eventually rendered useless by the existence of things like Unions and the like. But, obviously, Leonel didn't have any intention of letting such things control him in the slightest.
And the result? It was yet another uproar.
News of Tier 5, 6 and even 7 weapons being sold spread like wildfire. In the face of such things, the vague descriptions of Leonel that Raylion had made were akin to trying to envelop a fire within a thin sheet of paper.
This was the second mistake Raylion committed.
If Leonel was a re Tier 3 or 4 Crafter like his grenades and nding Armor seed to show, then his words then would have been more than enough. But, an attempt to suppress a Crafter who could forge Quasi Bronze Crafts with nothing more than unsubstantiated words…
Well, how well would that work out for you?
This was simply what happened when a youth from a re Fifth Dinsional world tried to apply the common sense of his limited scope toward sothing far beyond his ans of understanding.
…
On the second floor of BLACKSTAR, Leonel lay on a luxurious cushion. His hands were behind his head and his legs were crossed one over the other. Every so often, he would lightly snore, making a sowhat adorable expression. At the mont, he most definitely didn't have the face of the man who had flipped Valiant Heart on its head once again.
The mbers of Polished Glass, even after having already been here for a few hours, couldn't help but look toward him from ti to ti, still unable to wrap their heads around exactly what they were experiencing.
When Leonel called them here, their first reaction was to panic. They had never thought that the one who had claid this shop and caused all the commotion was actually Leonel himself. But, whatever panic they were feeling was imdiately drowned out by even more of the sa.
How had Leonel gotten his hands on so much Twice Refined Diamond? They knew well that this Ore was among Valiant Heart's most valuable exports. For him to gain so much, Kaela couldn't help but think back to the mont Leonel dug through the rubble to take King of Ores' map…
As much as they were panicking though, their minds were completely overwheld by other thoughts not long after. They knew what level of skill it took to work with such a high quality Ore. Yet, Leonel had not only worked with it, he had ford an entire building of it.
Not only did his Craft co out almost perfect, but it also looked like a glistening work of art. Even now, they felt like they were floating amidst the stars, making it difficult for them to continue on with their work.
At that mont, the group was snapped out of their thoughts. That sound ant that soone had chosen to teleport to the second floor.
After they made this choice, they would appear within a small waiting lobby where they would send in the specifications of their order to be accepted by one of them.
Up until now, there had yet to be a single order placed despite the fact they had heard this sound several tis already. It was obvious that in the beginning stages, everyone was just curious about everything, so it wasn't a surprise for many to teleport to the second floor just to check things out.
The group thought that it would be more of the sa again, but surprisingly, this ti, an order actually went through. But, when they saw what it was for, their expressions changed.
There was a slight pause. But, not long later, a figure manifested within the Crafting room. It was none other than Arte, the mber of Bear Rose Leonel had defeated just a day ago. To think that he would truly co to repair his weapons.
In truth, Arte hadn't planned to. But, after all the commotion began, his team mbers ntioned Leonel's words from that day.
Even then, Arte decided against it… Until he realized just how expensive it would be to repair his hamrs normally. He had co here hoping that since this was Leonel's first day of business, there would be so discounts. But, what he didn't expect was for the price to actually be so low!
A single rit point was worth 10 kilograms of Urbe Ore. It had cost Arte almost 100 000 rit points just to buy his hamrs, the equivalent of nearly a million kilograms of Fourth Dinsional Urbe Ore! This was how expensive such a weapon was.
Even for a repair, many Crafters had ask Arte for at least half of the price of his weapon, making his insides turn green.
Yet, even after a supposed multiplier for being a blue belt, Leonel's price was still a fraction of the cost. It almost made him sway side to side with happiness.
But, in the end, he managed to control himself. He had heard all about the weapons on the first floor, but he had also fought Leonel personally. In his estimation, Leonel was a rich tycoon from a prominent family from the way he pulled out so many high level spears to battle with. For all Arte knew, Leonel was just pulling out so of his wealth to show off.
There were no small number of rumors about this young man from a family so powerful even the elders of Valiant Heart didn't dare to do anything to him.
This was all to say that displaying weapons was one thing… But actually repairing them? This was a completely different matter entirely.
Steeling himself for disappointnt, Arte stepped forward and cleared his throat, his gaze landing on the sleeping Leonel.
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