The lady, her face entirely shaded by her hood, glanced around and said, "This time, both weapons are portable." "One is the 'Lassitude Lash,' a replica of a magical artifact that continuously generates intangible constraints, gradually affecting your opponents and slowing their movements. The longer the battle lasts, the more pronounced its effects become." "It can be used for two years, at 450 pounds, or alternatively, for the formula of the 'Barbarian's' magic potion." The lash sounds quite promising—somewhat reminiscent of the 'Joyful Muse's' web-based abilities... though, would a small 'Sun' wielding a long lash seem a bit unusual? Caine, his voice low and steady, asked, "Can these intangible constraints affect spiritual beings, such as wraiths?" The lady shook her head slowly, "No." "Without waiting for anyone else to ask, she continued, 'The second weapon is called the "Fury Axe." It enhances the user's agility and running speed, and has a 15% chance of causing mild paralysis to the enemy, a 5% chance of generating a lightning strike. If used during a thunderstorm, the probability of generating a lightning strike can rise as high as 50%.' 'All of this has been tested and distilled from extensive data.' 'The effects of this weapon can last for no more than one year, or alternatively, the formula of the "Barbarian's" magic potion, priced at 520 pounds.' This is significantly stronger than the "Slow Whip"—if its effects aren't extraordinary, then perhaps even at this price, it wouldn't be enough. Oh, by the way, based on the description from the little "Sun" and the scenes I've faintly observed, lightning constantly streaks across the sky above the Silver City and its surrounding areas, more frequent during the day and less so at night. This closely resembles a thunderstorm environment. If the effect truly works, then this "Hurricane Axe" truly becomes a magical item in the hands of the little "Sun"—each strike has a 50% chance of generating lightning, which is absolutely impressive! Even if that doesn't work out, just considering the fundamental extraordinary effect of the "Hurricane Axe," it's already a quite solid weapon—very well-suited to the needs of the young "Sun"... As for the limitation of only being usable for one year, that's easier to resolve. After one year, given the young "Sun's" digestive capacity and the extraordinary resources available in Silver City, as long as the potion recipes keep pace, he'll surely reach at least Sequence 6. By then, the weapon will undoubtedly need to be upgraded and replaced! In the span of a few thoughts, Caine had essentially decided to purchase the "Hurricane Axe." At that moment, the "Pharmacist" murmured, "Is it really portable? I heard a joke. I think a wrench would be more suitable. Why can't you sell some handguns with extraordinary effects?" "I'll make every effort to gather similar items," the lady emphasized on the word "gather." "Alright, anyone interested in purchasing either of these two weapons—please place your bid." "Klein hadn't even opened his mouth when a man at the edge of the sofa said, 'Wind-Forged Axe, 520 pounds.' The lady waited a few seconds and then asked again, 'Are there any other bids?' '530 pounds,' Klein added ten pounds. The man who had just spoken immediately responded, '550 pounds.' ...Well... this little 'Sun,' if he raises it above 600 pounds, I'm out—swap it for a whip! With a clear strategy in place, Klein remained remarkably calm and announced, '560 pounds.' He deliberately projected an air of being willing to add ten pounds no matter what the other side offered. The 600 pounds he had just secured provided the subtle pressure he needed. Upon hearing the latest bid, the man at the edge of the sofa paused for a few seconds, then shrugged and said, 'Very well, it's yours.' Relief washed over Klein. 'Any other friends wishing to bid on the Wind-Forged Axe?' The lady, her face entirely obscured by shadow, asked once more, and the sitting room remained silent. "Deal!" the lady said without hesitation, handing the box beside her right foot to the servant who had stepped forward. The servant first had the elderly gentleman known as "The Eye of Wisdom" inspect the box before presenting it to Caine, now holding both cash and the goods. After folding the remaining four ten-pound banknotes, Caine opened the box and found a hatchet designed to be fastened to the back and secured within the belt. The hatchet was of a deep iron black, solid and sturdy, with a sharp edge, and in the spiritual vision, it displayed a distinct aura—clear evidence that the craftsman had used highly attuned materials. On the surface of the hatchet, numerous symbols and magical inscriptions were embedded, forming lightning-like and storm-like patterns. When Caine touched them, he felt a subtle tingling sensation. Nodding in approval, he simply placed the box on his knee. It can secure the mist people's genuine roots and sap—my "magician" still needs only the spinal fluid of the aberrant black panther... My recent commissions have brought in a solid sum, combined with my original savings and the remainder just now, totaling 209 pounds, 5 shillings, and 5 pence... The exceptional materials corresponding to Sequence 7 are valued between 500 and 700 pounds... Ah, I'll have to sell a formula or some knowledge as well... Hmm, I'll take some time this week to visit Raphad and check on the progress of his bicycle invention... Caine no longer bids; he simply observes quietly. Later, the "Lasso of Slowness" was purchased for 480 pounds, while an exceptional material known as the "Heart of the Feathers" failed to attract any buyers, priced at a lofty 1,600 pounds. Based on my knowledge of the esoteric sciences, Caine knows this exceptional material belongs to the Sequence 6 category. Some transactions succeeded, others failed—fewer successes, more failures—since most of the extraordinary attendees came with clear objectives and were unwilling to waste money or resources, unlike Kline, who accepted any weapon that delivered a solid, noteworthy effect without hesitation. " I'm offering my potion formula, sequence 9, 'The Undertaker,' for 230 pounds," said a man sitting quietly in a corner chair, speaking with steady composure toward the close of the gathering. "The Undertaker"? I recall this potion formula being available only within the Church of the Goddess, the War God's Church, and the Church of the Spirit—could this be a night-watchman who's infiltrated as a spy, or perhaps a member of the Church of the Spirit attempting to revive Death himself? Of course, it's not unusual for lower-tier recipes to leak out—this isn't particularly confidential... I remember Neil mentioning that the "Coroner's" recipe includes dried black-spotted frogs. Caine kept his composure, didn't let a smile surface, and thoughtfully gazed ahead, noticing that the recipe for the "Coroner's" potion soon found buyers. The potion formula for Sequence 9 sells very well... Previously, there was a standalone Sequence 8 formula, "The People of Wrath," that several times failed to find buyers, whereas the "Luminous Seeker" formula paired with Sequence 9, "The Singers," sold much more smoothly. After all, if ordinary extraordinary beings have the means, they naturally gather Sequence 9 formulas to offer their children and students more options—allowing them to pursue paths that align with their strengths and passions. Under this premise, Sequence 8 formulas that lack a foundational Sequence 9 component can only wait for the corresponding extraordinary beings striving for advancement, which might not materialize for one or two years, given the scattered nature of the extraordinary community and the fact that most people still struggle with the art of performance. Indeed, they haven't yet grasped the principles of non-extinction and conservation of extraordinary traits. Kline thought this over silently, without speaking. Fifteen or sixteen minutes later, as the gathering was drawing to a close, he gently asked, "Who has the complete spinal fluid of the Sinewy Black Leopard?" Silent. No one spoke in the living quarters. Klein thought for a moment, then added, "I'll offer compensation so compelling that no extraordinary being could possibly refuse it." For instance, the unyielding nature of extraordinary traits and the law of conservation... Unfortunately, I've already made a vow to the goddess, and I cannot disclose the 'performance technique' outside this circle. Well, I've already died once—now I'm not sure whether that vow has been fulfilled. Klein forcibly pulled his scattered thoughts back, yet still heard no one speak. "Very well, then, the next one," he deliberately performed a shoulder shrug—something he usually never did. The pharmacist cleared his throat and said, "I've brought a variety of potions here. Please take a look—there's plenty to choose from, all quite affordable, only a few pounds, or even a few soules." The lady who sold extraordinary weapons asked curiously, "I'd like to know whether the dangerous beasts in the sewers have been eliminated?" The pharmacist immediately chuckled, "You've asked the right person!" He then spread his hands open. "I honestly don't know." "After I sent someone to notify the police, I've never set foot in the sewer again." Brother, you're really not easy to deal with... I'm sure it must have taken a lot of effort for you to grow up healthy. Looking at it this way, your choice of the 'Pharmacist' profession is absolutely wise! Klein couldn't help muttering a few Chinese criticisms to himself. The lady took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then fell silent. Once the pharmacist had sold off most of his odd concoctions, the elderly gentleman known as 'The Eye of Wisdom' declared the gathering at an end. He arranged for Klein to be the fifth to leave, through a secret passage beneath the basement. It seems 'The Eye of Wisdom' didn't recognize me after all... Klein felt a sense of relief as he removed his long cloak with the hood, handed it to the waiter, and stepped out through the passage, moving smoothly around the corridor. After confirming there were no followers, he took off his iron mask, walked out onto a quiet street, and carried the box containing the 'Gale Axe' toward the eastern district. ……… The eastern district, on Brown Palms Street, has no gas lanterns; after dark, it seems like a deep abyss. In one of the one-bedroom apartments of a building there, Caine establishes a spiritual wall to seal off the room, then calls upon himself, summoning the "Flood Axe" into the gray mist. If it were any heavier, even with Mr. Azk's copper whistle reinforcing his ethereal form, he would be unable to carry it—then he'd have to resort to a sacrificial ritual... Caine murmurs, sending a mental message to the phantom star corresponding to "the Sun": "The World has already sacrificed the weapon to me. Now you may prepare the ritual of request." The City of Silver. Upon seeing the gray mist and hearing Mr. The Fool's instructions, Deric Berg instantly springs up, beginning to prepare. Before initiating the ritual of request, he silently draws out his knight's straight sword and performs several vertical slashes, easing the anticipation within him. Whether it will be a straight sword, a broadsword, or a greatsword, remains to be seen. Derek unconsciously paused his movement, finding himself unable to suppress the image of himself wielding that powerful weapon in his mind. After a moment, during the ritual, he saw his own extraordinary weapon. It was an axe.