Everyone was discussing magic quite seriously, but once it reached Syl, it turned into a zoo exchange.
It was like two Huskies had barged into a formal banquet; Syl soon realized the issue and lowered her head, no longer paying attention to the lady in the cow mask beside her.
Regardless, the cute actions of the lady in the cow mask, who sounded like she was in her twenties, did make Syl's originally gloomy mood a bit better.
As expected, silliness is contagious.
After a while, another young girl wearing a black robe and a strange beast-shaped mask entered the banquet hall. She glanced at Syl, then nodded to Arnold before finding a random seat to sit down.
"It seems everyone has arrived; today is surprisingly well-attended," Arnold stood up, walked to the center of the hall, clapped his hands, and continued with a smile, "It looks like everyone has many needs and gains, so let's begin."
"Mr. Tucker, I'll leave it to you later."
After saying that, Arnold looked toward a slightly chubby middle-aged man on the floor. He had two strands of hair like catfish whiskers drooping from the corners of his mouth, giving him a rather honest and simple appearance.
"Alrighty, no problem at all," the man named Tucker stood up with a smile and spoke with a slight accent from the Great Saya Empire's Northern Province, "If anyone has anything that needs appraising or selling, you can come to me, haha."
Earning 150 currency just for helping with appraisals for an afternoon was truly a great deal.
As Tucker's words fell, everyone on the floor looked in his direction. Some were already walking toward him, holding unknown items.
Many others greeted him warmly; it seemed Tucker was very popular here.
Syl also looked over curiously; she also wanted to know what kind of items mages collected.
Mages' items.
It sounded very mysterious.
"Come on, let's go take a look too!" The cow-masked lady beside Syl made a fist and pointed her thumb toward Tucker, then stood up and walked over.
Syl, wanting to broaden her horizons, also stood up and walked toward the gathering crowd.
Of course, even as they gathered, everyone kept a certain distance from each other, not touching, just watching from a moderate distance.
At this moment, Tucker was holding a necklace and examining it.
On the necklace was a row of sharp teeth from some unknown beast, and in the center was something carved into a fang shape, similar to a ruby.
At first glance, Syl felt it was a good item—at least the craftsmanship was quite good—but she didn't know if it had any special effects.
"Yo... Fellow Mage, where did you buy these teeth?" Tucker held the necklace and looked at the lean man who had handed it to him.
"Uh... it's an heirloom, passed down from my father's side." Hearing Tucker's tone, the man's voice sounded a bit excited.
"An heirloom? Not bad, the tiger teeth look good, and the red stone is carved well too. The color and luster are fine."
As Tucker spoke, the light in the lean man's eyes grew brighter.
"Tsk... aside from not being real, everything else is quite good. There are no supernatural properties. I can give you an estimated price of 5 currency; it's quite nice as a piece of jewelry."
After Tucker finished, the lean man's face immediately fell. He said unwillingly, pointing at the gem, "But when I infuse it with Psionic Energy, it emits a strange red light..."
"Fellow Mage, if you find any random piece of glass on the roadside and infuse it with Psionic Energy, it'll glow." Tucker tossed the item back to the lean man, "Next."
The man stuffed the pendant into his pocket in disappointment, seemingly planning to sell it to a jewelry store to recoup some costs.
At this time, a man wearing a wolf mask and a neat black suit stepped past the crowd and walked up to Tucker.
"Yo yo yo, isn't this Old Wolf? What good stuff did you bring this time?"
Tucker greeted the black wolf mask warmly, but the man called Old Wolf ignored him and simply handed over an item wrapped in linen.
Seeing Old Wolf ignore him, Tucker stopped making small talk and instead took the item, carefully opening it.
It was a small, pinkish-tender brain inside a small bottle, floating along with the pale yellow liquid inside.
"This..." Tucker's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed it carefully.
Eventually, he even opened the bottle and took a sniff.
"Blegh—that's the smell—blegh..." Tucker couldn't stop retching, and those nearby also frowned as they caught the scent.
Even through her mask, Syl's sensitive nose caught the smell.
Ugh... she didn't know how to describe it, but it was a strange scent she had never smelled before that hit the brain directly.
"The brain of a Secret-Whisper Magic Monkey... a main material for the Rank 2 Potion of the Possessor Path." After recovering, Tucker handed the bottle back to Old Wolf, "As for the price, I think around 777 currency is most appropriate."
"Thanks." Old Wolf took the Potion, gave his thanks, and then clutched it tightly as he backed out of the crowd, seemingly having no intention of selling it.
"Potion?" Syl pondered the term, feeling a bit confused.
Possessor Path... Rank 2, Potion. Does it have the same effect as the Church's Holy Medicine?
Isn't this kind of medicine exclusive to the Church?
However, Syl still couldn't be sure if this was medicine obtained from another church, but she felt this trip wasn't a waste.
At least she had seen the main material for a Rank 2 Potion.
Then what was in the Holy Medicine she had drunk? Syl felt her scalp tingle at the thought.
Just then, the cow-masked girl standing next to Syl also walked forward.
The girl took out a long box from inside her cobalt blue robe and placed it in front of Tucker.
"Long time no see, Niu Niu." Tucker also greeted the cow-masked girl with a grin before picking up the box and opening it.
Inside the box were rows of slender bayonets, about as wide as an index finger and as long as a palm, small and exquisite.
Moreover, each knife looked slightly different, and most importantly, there were some dark red marks on the blade of every knife.
"Oh my, Fellow Mage, you really shouldn't use these." Tucker snapped the box shut and handed it back to the cow-masked lady, "This is a full set of bayonets stained with the blood of a Rank 3 Fear Bat."
"Although the bayonets have gained tougher supernatural properties from being soaked in blood, and cutting a target can induce fear in their heart, the user will suffer the same or multiple times the fear of the opponent."
"How should I put it... you really shouldn't use this stuff. Although it's from a Rank 3 monster, as for the price... basically no one buys it, so I'll give you an estimate of 300 currency."
Knives that can induce fear in others' hearts?
Syl's eyes lit up, and one hand had already quietly reached into her pocket to touch her wallet, starting to count how much money she had.
If these knives were given to The Joker, it would be a finishing blow.