“This instrunt is a personal creation of a genius of my Nephilim Alliance. It’s known as Heart Resonance. Its creator believes that music’s root is the heart, so they took this as inspiration to create this masterpiece. I’m afraid that not many outside of our giant race can play it, though.”
“That’s fine, we’ll take it.” Amphorae said without hesitation.
“This…”
The giant race rchant was quite old and appeared to be beyond his middle ages, but he also considered his eyes to be sharp.
Though this instrunt wasn’t created to be a treasure, it was ford by all sorts of Planet Grade materials. The creator didn’t want it to be used as a weapon and purposely didn’t engrave it with any such abilities, but that didn’t stop it from being expensive beyond the ans of most.
These two ladies ca here with a young man wearing… less than desirable clothing. He had only co to speak with them because he appreciated their depth of understanding for music theory, not to actually try and get a sale out of them.
“How much?” Amphorae’s brows crinkled with a bit of irritation.
The rchant cleared his throat. “Though this has no practical purpose outside of creating beautiful tones, its materials are still top notch. It’s worth no less than 20 000 transcendent stones.”
Amphorae didn’t bother with anything else, imdiately scooping the heart-shaped instrunt into her arms.
The rchant suddenly felt a cold sweat coming along. The instrunt weighed at least several million jin. How could it be picked up so casually.
‘I’ve been ignorant. This is the core of Sprite Alliance territory. How could normal people make it here?’
The rchant wasn’t entirely wrong in his skepticism. Though this was the Sprite Capital, there were plenty of individuals who couldn’t spend energy stones so willfully, and especially not on sothing so useless. Maybe only a little over 1% of the citizens here could.
Still, this was fairly large. After all, this was a city with the capacity to hold billions. Currently, at least 100 million people resided here. 1% of such a large number ant at least a million could afford this purchase. But in the end, 1 in 100 was still 1 in 100. The odds that soone dressed like Dyon could afford this was still unlikely.
Unfortunately for the rchant, Dyon didn’t feel a need to bat an eye at this price and only casually threw it over. But, fortunately for said rchant, Dyon didn’t care enough to pursue his skepticism.
Amphorae and Madeleine continued buying instrunts that caught their attention to their hearts’ content. But, they weren’t the only ones who found things that made their hearts beat.
Ri had two loves in this world. One was array alchemy, and the other was dresses.
In her youth, the love of both had been snatched from her. Her soul had been too weak to progress in array alchemy, while her father’s actions made her disdain the title of princess, and thus dresses.
However, those shadows over her heart had long since been cleansed. After Dyon saved the Elvin Kingdom, she had already begun to wear dresses again and left her tomboyish ways behind. And, after truly awaking to her Elvin Queen’s Reign constitution, her passion for array alchemy had been relit as well.
Though this Sprite Capital had no depth to their array alchemy knowledge and there was no point in investing anything they could sell, when it ca to beautiful dresses, there seed to be an endless amount.
Strapless, frilly, light materials, heavy materials, dark, bright… There didn’t seem to be any sort of dress she wouldn’t take a fancy to.
She didn’t buy just for herself, but even found dresses that suited Clara, Madeleine and Amphorae as well. Even Dyon was scolded into buying more clothes for himself.
“The last ti I shopped for you, you had just co out of the Tower Trials. You’ve avoided it for so many years already since then, you’re not escaping today!”
Dyon could only smile bitterly as he beca a cross between a pin cushion and model doll. His only saving grace was that this wasn’t the mortal world, so he didn’t have to personally carry all of these bags.
Of course, Dyon wouldn’t forget to spoil his Clara as well.
Though she allowed Ri to do as she pleased, Clara obviously wasn’t a dress girl, and though she liked to listen to Dyon play the piano when they were young, she wasn’t fond of musical instrunts herself. Rather, she too only had two interests: history and workmanship.
What had begun as only a thod to help Dyon had blossod into her own personal love. Clara loved nothing more than creating with her own hands.
Currently, she was working on fusing mortal world concepts with martial world ones.
“The materials of the martial world are on another level…” Clara floated like a fairy from display aisle to display aisle, gazing at all sorts of rare ores and tals.
“… Imagine what would happen if you combined the materials of the martial world to create a compound bow instead of a normal bow. Compound bows are more accurate, more powerful, and can be used by weaker marksman with greater ease….”
This was just one of Clara’s ideas. She seed to have so many that even Dyon’s head tilted in surprise. Even if she didn’t have such ideas, he’d let her buy things to her heart’s content. But maybe it was a plus that her experints could be so beneficial.
‘A compound bow… Why didn’t I think of that…?’ Dyon smiled.
He spent several days of leisure with his wives. Believe it or not, he didn’t even try to hide his presence, but it wasn’t until an entire week later that the sprites finally ca to find trouble for him.
He was walking around a lingerie boutique with a shaless grin on his face, only to find a familiar Armant Sprite Female standing before him.
Her gaze was cold, and her aura was sharp.
“You’ve broken the rules of the exchange program. Co back with to seek punishnt, or you can just die here.”
Dyon, who had been holding up a pair of red laced panties toward Clara to tease her didn’t even lower his arms as he sent a gaze over.
“Can’t you see that I’m busy?”
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