Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

The vendor hesitated, then leaned in slightly as if to emphasize the exclusivity of his offer. "However, since you\'re purchasing all three items together, and because I appreciate your discerning taste, I\'m willing to offer a discount. How does a total of 65,000 gold coins sound?"

Adrian didn\'t even need to look at his ring to tell the man was lying. While it was true platinum ruin artifacts were all typically above 50K the amulet was probably the weakest type of artifact among the platinum ruins could offer. The mask didn\'t have anything good to make up for its price either. As for the potion, if it came with antitode, then it might be the most reasonable price of all three.

\'Sigh... Let\'s make my name famous using this chance.\'

"I\'ll give 60K Aether Gold Coins," Adrian stated indifferently. "And I hope you will add enchanted clothing as a bonus as well."

The vendor\'s smile didn\'t waver, but a flicker of something darker flashed in his eyes—perhaps surprise, or maybe greed. "Ah, young master," he began, his voice smooth as ever, "I must say, you\'re a shrewd negotiator. But 60,000 Aether Gold Coins... that\'s quite a steep reduction. You see, these artifacts are not only rare but also highly sought after. I would be losing out considerably at that price."

Adrian remained silent, his gaze unwavering. He knew the vendor was trying to push him, to see how far he could go. But Adrian had already set his limit, and he wasn\'t about to be swayed.

The vendor, sensing Adrian\'s resolve, pressed on, "Perhaps I could offer a slightly better deal—62,000 Aether Gold Coins, and I\'ll include the enchanted clothing you mentioned. That way, you\'re getting not just the finest artifacts but also the finest attire to match. Surely, a young master of your standing deserves the very best."

Adrian\'s expression didn\'t change. He let the silence hang in the air, heavy and oppressive, as if he were considering the offer. But in truth, he was giving the vendor just enough time to sweat.

When Adrian finally spoke, his tone was as cold as ever. "If you can\'t agree to 60,000, I\'ll take my leave. There are other places I can buy from. But you might not have many customers willing to spend this much."

The vendor\'s confident demeanor faltered ever so slightly. Inside, he was calculating his profits. Even at 60,000 Aether Gold Coins, he stood to make a significant profit—more than 10,000 in fact. But his pride as a businessman wouldn\'t allow him to give in so easily. Still, he knew a good deal when he saw one.

After a moment of feigned reluctance, the vendor sighed dramatically and spread his hands in a gesture of defeat. "You drive a hard bargain, young master. Very well, 60,000 Aether Gold Coins it is, and I will include the enchanted clothing as requested. But know that you\'re getting these items at a price that few others would ever have the privilege to pay."

Adrian inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, satisfied with the deal. "I appreciate your cooperation."

The vendor quickly gathered the items and presented them to Adrian with a respectful bow. "I hope these serve you well, young master. If you ever need anything else, you know where to find me."

Adrian accepted the items, his expression unreadable behind his mask. "I\'ll remember that." With that, he turned and left the private room, making his way back through the market with his new acquisitions secured.

As he walked away, the vendor watched him go, a mixture of admiration and wariness in his eyes. He had dealt with many customers in his time, but few had the presence or the negotiation skills of this mysterious young man. It was a sale he wouldn\'t soon forget.

\'Two great deals in one day, haha, should I visit \'that\' place and have fun?\'

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\'Since I came here, let\'s buy things that might be useful in the upcoming event...\' Adrian decided not to leave the market directly.

He shopped in another few stalls but only bought the necessary things.

\'Should I take my leave now?\' As Adrian left one of the shops, he glanced around. \'Hmm...\'

\'!\'

Adrian\'s heart skipped a beat as he recognized the figure stepping out of the shop across the way. The bustling sounds of the Black Market seemed to fade into the background as he focused on the woman, her presence a jarring surprise in a place like this.

\'What is she doing here?\' he thought, his mind racing.

The woman—whom Adrian knew all too well—was someone he would never have expected to see in a place as shadowy and secretive as the Black Market. She was dressed in a hooded cloak that obscured most of her features, but there was no mistaking her graceful movements, her hair color, and the way she carried herself.

\'She shouldn\'t be here,\' Adrian thought, narrowing his eyes. \'This isn\'t the kind of place someone like her would frequent, not without good reason.\'

Adrian quickly moved to the side, blending into the shadows cast by the nearby stalls. He didn\'t want to be seen, especially not by her. There was too much at stake, and he couldn\'t afford to let anyone know he had been in the Black Market, least of all her.

\'The mastermind behind the upcoming event...\'

But as he watched her closely, Adrian noticed something peculiar. She wasn\'t alone. Two other figures flanked her, both dressed in dark, nondescript clothing that screamed of professional discretion. They moved with purpose, clearly guarding or stalking her, which only deepened Adrian\'s confusion.