Lavera took the lead in Alcard Street. The shops in this street were different from the central district, with their size being the most distinguishing difference. Most shops in the central district used an entire building, while the shops in this street shared a building with at least two to three shops in one building.

They didn’t even have a door. Instead, they just demolished a wall and displayed their merchandise. Such characteristics intrigued Mer.

Mercenaries and adventurers were the ones who primarily used the shops in the street. As a result, the shops displayed several suspicious weapons and unappraised artifacts they had pillaged during their quests.

Mer spoke excitedly, “Didn’t you often read it in novels and stuff? Something along the lines of the vendor selling old weapons at a really low price, but instead, they happened to be very powerful weapons.”

“I think street vendors in this kind of street just bribed the authors to advertise their shops.” Eugene scanned the weapons displayed in the street stall with an apathetic face. 300 years ago, he had also searched for weapons in stalls like this since he had been a mercenary, a very renowned mercenary at that. However, the quality of the weapons in these stalls didn’t change much over the years, and one thing remained the same — they were cost-effective.

“Vendors are not idiots. Why would they sell their product at a dirt-cheap price without knowing their valu….” Eugene stopped mid-sentence. The moment he bought the piece of the Moonlight Sword at an auction house crossed his mind. That piece had been dirt-cheap.

“Why did you stop talking?” Mer asked.

“…There can be a diamond amidst a pile of dumps,” Eugene spoke solemnly.

“Diamond?”

“How can...