Lan looked around in wonder at the various foreign imports that were hung up on the street stall.

"Den! Den! Look at this! Look at this mask! Isn't it funny?"

The mask Lan pointed out was probably a mask used in sorcery by a tribe in the remote south of the continent for human sacrifice.

"Hmm, shall we get one?”

As far as I knew, that tribe had been destroyed by the conquest war of the Fairy tribe. As far as I could remember, it was said that this mask was now a traditional artifact that had lost its magical meaning and was now made and sold by the descendants of the tribe just to make ends meet. To be honest, it was unpleasant to look at, but it was also meaningful as a magician to trace the remnants of the sorcery contained within it. The mask was crazily expensive because it came from across the water, but I was too lazy to bargain. After I made my purchase, the other street vendors surrounded me, showing off their various imports.

"Sir! How about this? This is a precious item from the West!"

"Hey! Forget that, look at this! It's from the New World beyond the sea route!"

"Isn't this amazing? If you touch here, the doll inside the glass bead moves!"

Oh no, I’m trapped.

Their greedy looks left me flustered.

"No, wait! Let's take a look ...