That's it!' he thought, the realisation striking him suddenly. 'The guild should also be trading beast cores.'
It was the after all, the central hub for every mercenary, explorer, and monster hunter operating within the continent.
Hundreds of mana beasts were dissected and processed under their administration every single day, and if there was anywhere in this kingdom that held a massive surplus of beast cores, it was the adventurers' guild.
As an S-rank adventurer, he was sure the adventurer guild would be eager to sell beast cores to him.
In their society, that particular ranking wasn't just a label; it was an apex designation, an elite status that commanded absolute reverence from the highest levels of the guild's administration.
An S-rank asset was a strategic power, someone who could single-handedly turn the tide of a local war or secure a collapsing border.
They would treat his desire for beast cores as a priority transaction.
