First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System - Chapter 107

107: Runesmiths Use Hammers?!

107: Runesmiths Use Hammers?!

Orion followed him across the bustling marketplace.

It was still just as bustling and busy as the last time he had visited the place.

Rows of stalls and shops stretched down either side of the stone path, each with glowing mana lanterns hanging at the corners as evening approached.

The air was thick with the scent of metal, parchment, and food.

A few Runesmiths hammered away in open forges, their work shielded behind magical barriers to keep the heat from scalding passersby.

‘…Runesmiths use hammers to make weapons?’ He looked at the smithy and inwardly muttered.

[Duh?

Isn’t that obvious?

Why do you think otherwise?] ‘Grandma… is a Runesmith.’ [Σ(O_O;)] ‘Right, I… can’t imagine her… hammering like this.’ He hurriedly shook his head to get rid of the thought and quickened his step.

Eventually, they reached a wide, two-story building with a dark-wood sign reading: “Velnir’s Chamber of Commerce.” The shop’s emblem-a stylized open eye atop a coin-glowed softly with an identification enchantment.

The entrance was guarded by twin golems, stone statues shaped like armored knights.

They didn’t move, but their eyes flashed with awareness as they scanned the two who passed between them.

‘Hmm, Arya was right.

There are scanners everywhere.’ Inside, the air was cool and smelled of cedar and polished steel.

Rows of glass cases lined the walls, displaying orbs, scrolls, weapons, and trinkets pulsing with faint magical light.

A few noble customers were already browsing deeper within, attended by sharp-suited assistants.

“Velnir’s place is old and reputable,” Edgar explained quietly.

“If you’re selling high-tier goods, they’ll treat you properly.” Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged man with a trimmed beard stepped forward.

His robes shimmered faintly with detection runes.

“Welcome, Sirs,” he said with a respectful bow.

“I am Harven, one of the trade assessors here.

May I ask what type of business you wish to conduct today?” Orion offered a polite nod.

“I have some enchanted treasures I wish to sell.” “Of course.

Please, this way.” Harven gestured toward a side room-private, warded, and soundproof.

Once inside, Edgar stood by the wall while Orion stepped forward.

“So, what are the prices of Tier 7 and Tier 8 treasures?” Harven’s eyes flashed upon hearing the high tier of goods.

He considered for a moment and replied, “Tier 7 goods range from 100 High Grade Mana Crystals to 400 High Grade Mana Crystals.

As for Tier 8-they go for 400 to 1,000.” Orion nodded and took out three items from his spatial ring.

He placed them one by one on the polished blackwood table: -Golemheart Pendant – Tier 7 -Spirit-Imbued Lens – Tier 7 -Shadowstep Boots – Tier 8 Harven’s eyes flickered with interest, though his expression remained neutral.

He immediately cast a scanning rune over the items.

Soft ripples of pale-blue mana hovered around each object.

“Hmm… All well-maintained.

No spiritual damage, no tampering, runes intact,” he murmured.

“These are valuable, Young Sir.” He tapped his ring, and a slate appeared before him.

“Golemheart Pendant-defensive type, rare but not unique.

Likely around 350 High Grade Mana Crystals.

The Lens is more niche, but rare for spiritual appraisers… perhaps 280.

As for the Shadowstep Boots… Tier 8, mobility-focused, nearly flawless runework.

It would go for around 700.” He raised his head and made his offer in a calm voice.

“We usually buy things at 70% the market value of these treasures.” His eyes drifted toward Edgar as he continued, “But since you are from the Helstrom family, I will increase the offer.

I will buy them at 80% market value.

That comes to 1,064 Mana Crystals.

I will round it off at 1,070 Mana Crystals for you.” Orion turned his gaze toward Edgar, who nodded back at him, clearly telling him it was a good deal.

‘Hmm, well, it’s a decent price.

I was expecting to get 60% of it.

But this is good as well.

The market value of these goods is enough for now.’ [Hehe, it’s like selling used loot in an RPG shop, Master!

But with good rates~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧] He tapped the table once.

“Alright.

I’ll take the Mana Crystals.” Harven bowed.

“Very well.

The transaction will be complete in a few minutes.” As Harven stepped out to prepare the payment, Orion glanced sideways at Edgar.

“Was that fair?” Edgar nodded and said in a calm tone, “You got a good deal.

Some shops would’ve offered merely 50–60%.” ‘Haa…’ Orion exhaled a sigh.

He wanted more Mana Crystals, but if he continued like this, then his heart wouldn’t be able to handle such huge losses each time.

Harven returned a few minutes later with a small, rune-inscribed crystal box held delicately in his gloved hands.

He placed it gently on the table and tapped a rune on its surface.

The box clicked open with a faint hum, revealing its contents-a single storage ring.

“One thousand seventy High Grade Mana Crystals,” Harven said with a slight bow.

“You can scan the storage ring right now to verify it.

They are freshly refined, not circulated, and suitable for both spellcraft and trade.” Orion stepped forward, picked up the storage ring, and scanned it.

It was a low-grade storage ring, and inside, the entire space was filled with High Grade Mana Crystals.

‘Not bad at all.’ [Hehe~ Master just made a fat stack!

(≧▽≦)/ Will you blow it all away in gambling again?] ‘Inventory,’ he replied with one word and wore the storage ring on his finger.

Harven bowed again.

“It was a pleasure doing business.

Should you require appraisal, auction services, or bulk trades in the future, feel free to return.” “We might,” Edgar responded with a short nod, then gestured toward the door.

They stepped out into the evening-lit street once more.

There was still quite some time before the sun fully dipped below the horizon.

‘No point lingering.

I’ll explore more once I have more time.’ They walked back in silence until the carriage came into view.

As expected, Lucan was reclining beneath the blue silk shade with a cup of juice in hand, clearly having done nothing with those “terribly dull horseshoes.” “Welcome back,” Lucan called with a grin.

“Make a fortune?” “Yes, enough to hire someone to clean those ‘terribly dull horseshoes’,” Orion replied, climbing up.

“Hahaha, what are you saying, Young Master?

You have me with you-why would you want someone else to do this dirty work for you?” Lucan immediately entered his bootlicking mode.

Edgar followed him in while shaking his head, as if saying, ‘Nothing can be done about you.’ Lucan just shrugged and hopped to the driver’s seat, taking the reins.

“Back to the estate then.” The carriage rolled forward again, the rhythmic clatter of wheels and gentle neighing of the horses accompanying the three of them into the evening.

Orion looked out the window with a thoughtful look.

[Will you buy the porridge again tomorrow, Master?] ‘Of course.

It’s called self-care, Lumi.

Or in this case… elf-care,’ Orion replied playfully, cracking a grin at his own pun.

[…I take it back.

You’re disqualified from the dad jokes contest.

That was awful.

ಠ_ಠ] ‘Hmph.

You just lack refined taste.’ […] Lumi just speechlessly got silent as the carriage soon arrived back at the estate.