091. Establishnt - 36
The door was knocked out barely half an hour after I was left alone. "Co in," I said, and Barzist entered, carrying a large case made from pure silver, and engraved with gold runes. A more luxurious variant of the crates was used to transfer mana stones.
"I'm here, sir," he said. "The exchange had already been completed."
"Very good," I said as I gestured for him to put it on the table. He did, and opened it for my perusal. A glance was enough to confirm that there was a hundred skill stones. "Not bad, you're resourceful," I muttered as I placed my finger over them, dragging it over the surface, as if I was checking the notification for each one.
I was, but more importantly, I was using my newly developed ability to check the surface of so randomly chosen ones, confirming their stability. Surprisingly, not only the numbers were double what I requested, but the few I had randomly chosen for a deeper assessnt also showed that their internal structure was solid.
"Good work. I'm glad that you showed my initial selection was not erroneous," I said, but made sure to deliver it less of an honest statent, and more of a standard obligation. The only reason I was able to trade such an expensive item was the aura of mystery around a shield that would get less and less useful as ti progressed.
But for now, it was still useful.
Yet, despite all the gain he doubtlessly made from the process, he had looked nervous. "Sir, there's an acquaintance of mine that would like to et you if you have the ti."
"I'm guessing he's the one that helped you to conduct the deal this quickly," I said. He nodded. "Not this ti," I said as I stood up. "I still need to do so things, but I'll be here either tomorrow or the day after that. If he can also arrange everything on this list, I'll et with him," I said.
The list was filled with materials that I had discussed with Zolast, but none of them were actually needed for the mission. Instead, they were the kind of items that would likely be supplied by the sa sellers that would have the materials we need.
At least, that was what Zolast claid. Considering I had no idea what he was doing, I had no choice but the accept that part of the analysis directly.
The total price of the items was decent. They were expensive enough to be rare but not expensive enough to rival the cost of an Ability stone.
I had two reasons for presenting that list. First, I wanted to use their connections to identify the contacts I could use to purchase those items, which, combined with my earlier scouting, would give the path to purchase the required items with minimal fuss.
More importantly, I was selling the idea that I would return and return with more riches, which should be enough to convince the rest to act patiently rather than target aggressively right now.
"I'll communicate it, sir," he said, then continued hesitantly. "But, what should I say about the cost."
His hesitancy was understandable. With the price of the materials I requested, I could have requested them to be included in the price of the Ability Stone as well. It would still be a profitable trade for them but it wasn't worth damaging the image I was building for them.
"Depends," I said as I stood up, letting out a dismissive sigh. "I'll give another ability stone if I have ti to hunt. If not, I'll pay him in gold or weapons. Just tell him to put the requested price in both and it'll be your job to total price manageable. I might not care about a bit of gold, but I don't like being treated as a fool either."
With that, I grabbed the silver box and stood up, not even bothering to speak more. Amusingly, I could see that my rudeness increased his fawning expression.
Barzist accompanied out, and I left the inn, acting obvious to the presence of the well-dressed man that was carefully observing from a concealed corner, no doubt the acquaintance Barzist had talked about. Not a noble, I decided imdiately. He didn't have any sign of anger after I had rejected his attempt to et .
He was another gang operator, probably a trusted operator in one of the two places Barzist had visited in the inner city to get the samples.
When we left the inn, Berzast was following with the twenty of his mbers, making a spectacle of my move. Though, considering I was walking while carrying a pure silver box, I didn't exactly need any help in that aspect.
No one bothered us until we arrived at the gates, but they didn't stop following even at the gate. I let them follow until I arrived at the outer defensive line, subtly observing the reaction of the guards and the other gangs toward them, which seed to have improved greatly since our first eting.
Being the only associate of a mysterious party was helping them greatly. Pity it would bite them hard sooner or later.
"You don't need to follow ," I said once we passed the outer defensive line, and I continued walking into the smaller forest area which was much smaller since the last ti I had used it due to aggressive logging and continued walking.
People continued following , but their numbers were smaller than I had expected, and their competency was higher. Not to ntion, they had enough Perception to stay at a distance and still successfully follow .
I walked for ten minutes, expecting them to make a move, but instead, they stayed in the distance, letting walk away without an issue, their numbers peeling off one by one.
Yet, I had a feeling that people weren't the only way I was being traced. Carefully, I infused the silver chest with my mana, trying to feel the runes that covered its surface in a way similar to what I had been doing to the skills.
Luckily, even though the structure of the box was incomprehensible to , I could still sense the individual runes, which were the ones made of Vitality, and which ones actually used mana.
In particular, there were three mana runes, two with so kind of resonance, and one with none. Luckily, breaking sothing was easier than repairing them, so I was confident in experinting with it. If it failed well, then it failed.
Still, before doing that, I waited for my followers to get bored or act. They started to drop more and more, while I continued to walk, the beasts that were attacking not even enough to slow down, which was not exactly the case for my followers once we arrived deeper into the forest.
Until they were only two left. I waited until I had stepped behind a large hill that would cut their sight, then put the silver box on the ground, put a black cloak on, and used Speed and Concealnt to rapidly draw a circle, and approach them from behind.
Focused on their tasks, they failed to notice my presence until I stood behind one of them, my eyes glowing once more. "Following people is not a healthy habit," I said as I slashed my sword, slicing half his hair, and a tree as well.
"You too," I said, pointing at the other follower, and threw a smoke pellet on the ground, the smoke enough for to retreat away, so when it was dispersed, I was Fekar once again, walking away steadily, as if I hadn't even skip a beat.
Despite the warning, they had stayed in place, watching for another half a minute before leaving. Hopefully, their superiors would be smart enough to interpret the warning correctly.
Once I was confident that they left, I turned my attention to the next stage. I planned to destroy the three runes I identified as magical, but before doing so, I opened the box and quickly transferred five skills I had identified as in the best condition to my pouch, then poured the rest under a tree.
The mont I did that, I felt a flicker of energy from the third rune that was passive. With a sigh, I touched that rune, and the other two, a push of mana all that was required to destabilize the structure and stop whatever they were doing.
But whatever ssage that was supposed to send had already gone.
I rapidly put the rest back in the silver chest, and dashed away to a different location. It wasn't because I couldn't bear to part with it, but it was another test. With the skills back in the storage, I used Speed to dash away, stopping only two miles away, letting Concealnt activate once more while using Charisma to keep the beasts away.
And, waited.
Barely a minute later, I watched a flying cart descend. I wasn't exactly a connector of them, but it looked a lower quality than the army used slower and more fragile, at least but its surface was covered with several marks and other objects.
Including a sigil of House Maell.
I stayed hidden as four soldiers stepped down and started looking for , increasingly desperate. However, their search pattern indicated that they expected to be hiding in the imdiate vicinity. One of them even used so kind of spell, and a visible cone of mana exploded, going about a thousand feet before it dispersed completely.
After using it in all directions, he stopped, showing signs of exhaustion, and they stepped into their cart once more, confident that I was gone. They probably suspected that I had a flying cart of my own waiting for , because they still moved with a rough search pattern as they moved away.
"I wonder how they slipped that rune into the box," I wondered. It would be simple to conclude that the black market contacts sold my supposed identity to House Maell and collaborated by giving the box to , but I didn't want to hurry up to reach that conclusion.
A noble house could easily have a spy that added the third rune to the mix without letting the black market operators be aware of it. Of course, it was equally likely that the black market was under the unofficial command of the House Maell in the first place.
After all, while it might counter-intuitive to a law-abiding citizen, there were many occasions where the owner might choose to sell their items in the black market rather than the official channels, which would allow them to bypass the various restrictions.
Considering skills were restricted goods, it was a very likely probability.
However, regardless of the case, it ant that my next trip would not be just as smooth, aning I needed to find a different way to approach them.
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