Hearing someone raise that question, everyone couldn't help but look at the stall owner.
"No, no. You guys are too clumsy. What if you damage my goods? No one is allowed to touch them unless they're buying."
The stall owner rejected them quite rudely.
Hearing this, the people in front of the stall couldn't help but chuckle in frustration.
Another person said, "If you don't let us see the quality of the goods, how are we supposed to know if it's worth the price?"
The stall owner snorted. "If you don't think it's worth it, go to another stall. Don't come here making a racket."
At these words, several people immediately left the stall.
Who did business like this?
Or perhaps, did he have so much confidence in the quality of his goods that he wasn't afraid of them not selling?
Olivia watched from the side with a subtle expression. However, hidden behind her mask, no one could see her face.
At this moment, only she knew the true quality of the goods on this stall.
To put it bluntly: they were absolute shit!
The swords on the stall looked glamorous on the surface, brimming with a transcendent aura and seemingly possessing impressive effects.
In reality, however, these were all defective products. If they were actually used in combat, the result would likely be disastrous.
Yet, tucked away among these defects, there was one genuinely excellent spiritual weapon.
According to the information Olivia obtained from the magic mirror, the stall owner came from a workshop specializing in spiritual weapons that served the officials of the Holy Kelidos Empire.
If the empire's internal workshops produced defective weapons, they were normally supposed to be melted down and remade. But there were always things in this world that could drive people to madness.
For example... profit!
A small faction within the workshop, wanting to obtain illicit gains, would always sneakily take away some of the defects.
Compared to the vast number of defective items, the disappearance of a few was far too inconspicuous to be noticed.
Since they were defective, they obviously couldn't be sold openly, making the underground black market the most suitable place to get rid of them.
And so, the stall owner had come.
He intentionally adopted that earlier attitude just to bluff people. Of course... it was also true that defective items couldn't withstand testing.
There had simply been a small accident this time.
Among the many defects, a truly good item had somehow gotten mixed in!
As for how exactly it had ended up here, Olivia didn't know, as that had happened outside the South District and beyond the magic mirror's range.
But regardless of how it got there, it didn't change the fact that this misplaced spiritual weapon was currently the best sword in the underground black market.
Now that Olivia knew this, she naturally had no reason to let it pass her by.
While the others were leaving due to the stall owner's attitude, she smiled slightly and stepped forward.
Under the magic mirror's guidance, she already knew which one was her target.
"This sword is quite beautiful. It would make a nice decoration. Tell me the price."
Olivia pointed to a sword.
It was a water-blue sword, from the hilt to the blade. It emitted a faint mist and gave off a soft, flexible feeling, as if it were a whip-sword.
Just looking at such a weapon gave the impression that its combat power wasn't very strong, but the magic mirror had already explained its true effects quite clearly—it was far from simple.
When used in battle, the sword would naturally manifest a peculiar watery domain. Anyone caught within this watery domain would feel as if they were submerged in water, causing their movements to become sluggish and preventing them from fighting flexibly.
One could say this sword possessed excellent control effects.
Of course, it was also sharp enough.
The stall owner glanced at Olivia and then said impatiently, "Fifty thousand Belu."
A standard spiritual weapon was worth roughly fifty thousand Belu, which made this a fair price... provided it wasn't a defect. If it were a defect, even five thousand Belu would be too much.
Hearing the price of fifty thousand Belu, the people who hadn't yet left the stall grew interested and began making their selections without testing.
They were essentially gambling—betting that they wouldn't pick a fake and that they had a discerning eye for quality.
But there was only one genuine item on this stall.
Olivia very decisively picked up the water-blue whip-sword. She then pretended to take money from her pocket, produced five ten-thousand Belu notes, and handed them to the stall owner.
After quickly completing the transaction, Olivia left the area immediately.
She wrapped the weapon around her waist; there was no need to worry about it hurting her. A spiritual weapon's inherent spirituality meant that not harming its owner was a fundamental trait.
Furthermore, upon obtaining the weapon, Olivia had already decided on a name for it in her heart.
Water Moon Dance!
That was the name of this weapon.
Buying a spiritual weapon was the first part of Olivia's plan. After all, she needed a weapon to fight more effectively.
As for the next step of the plan... naturally, it was to strike the person she had targeted!
Luca Fischer!
He was Olivia's objective.
It wasn't that one couldn't make a move here in the underground black market, but it couldn't be done just anywhere. Therefore, targeting Luca Fischer required a plan.
Olivia walked at a leisurely pace, taking a lap around the underground black market before stopping near a massive iron cage.
Inside the iron cage, a Shield Guard and a Swordsman were fighting. The two traded blows in a rapid exchange, their weapons clashing to produce showers of blinding sparks.
Many people were currently gathered around the massive iron cage, letting out deafening shouts.
"Go on, get him!"
"Don't let me down, Shield Guard!"
"I'm betting on the Shield Guard to win too."
"Damn Swordsman, I chose you! If you lose, I curse your whole family to be targeted by an evil god!"
Quite a few people crowded the iron cage, their eyes fixed on the battle inside. Many were panting heavily, more concerned about the outcome than the combatants themselves.
After all, they had placed bets.
If their target won, they would receive a substantial return. If they lost... they would, of course, have nothing left.
This was the only place in the underground black market where fighting was permitted.
People with conflicts could choose to enter the iron cage for a life-and-death battle, while others placed bets on them.
If no one wanted to engage in a death match, the underground black market would provide two fighters of its own to ensure people could gamble.
The gambling matches had to go on.
As for where the underground black market obtained these people... that was a question worth pondering.
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