Getting Something Valuable

There are all kinds of people doing business along the entire dark street.

The upper-level businesses were all controlled by Secrecy Families, while ordinary people ran the rest.

Even if pawn shop owners can be considered wealthy, they don't have the right to purchase potions or pills because of their background.

As a result, most of them would only get to yellow grade in their life, and even that would only be possible if they ate herbs for meals.

The number of shop owners who can eat Herbs like snacks can be measured using one hand, and unfortunately, this pawn shop owner isn't one of them.

Forget about Yellow Grade; this old man in front of him was a mortal that didn't even start Mind Cultivation.

Ian noticed that the old man's pockets were slightly bulging.

'he is armed,'- thought Ian. It made sense to him.

In this kind of place, having no weapon would be too dangerous for a normal human.

"Sir, what would you like to purchase? There are all kinds of treasures in my tiny store," the old man said flatteringly.

He appeared to be knowledgeable about the Art of Speaking, but Ian didn't come here to be praised.

"Your thoughts... if you don't keep them under control, they could lead to your death someday." said Ian.

Any other person would be displeased if they learned that someone was planning to trick them.

However, Ian did nothing to the shopkeeper because, as an orphan that once lived in poverty, he could sympathize with him.

However, if another Mind practitioner with a high background encountered the same situation; Then this old man's family members might have to burn incense in front of his photo.

Nonetheless, Ian's advice sounded like a warning to the pawnshop owner, especially when combined with that robotic voice... sweat began forming on the old man's forehead.

To ensure Ian does nothing to him, the obese man promised him anything he wanted in the store. He even took Ian to his safe, where he kept his most valuable possessions.

However... The safe is an entire room full of various items, including some... underwear!?

Ian stared at the obese pawnshop owner and didn't even want to imagine why he put them here.

He looked around the room and, after some searching, discovered a stone ball thrown on the floor.

Unlike other objects in the room that are clean and shiny, this one had dust covering its surface.

"Is that what you want, sir? But that's a useless item! It's in this safe from my grandfather's period. It's just a rock... though it's very hard," stated the Old man sincerely.

If someone who didn't know his personality were to see this, they would definitely think of him as an Honest man.

Unlike the facade he displayed outside, The Shop owner was overjoyed inside.

' What a moron. Fortunately, he did not select anything valuable... '

In fear of Ian noticing something, the old man forced himself to not think.

Ian wasn't in the mood to play along with this shop owner, so he didn't care to reply.

Instead, he scrutinized the details on the rock carefully.

' I don't see anything special about it.' Thought Ian.

However, He was still convinced that this was the item he was looking for.

After all, this stone perfectly matched the descriptions he wrote in the book.

Ian smirked under the mask and began feeling satisfied.

'I benefited a lot from this old man,' Thought Ian.

The obese old man and Ian were both pleased with themselves, believing they had made a profit.

Ian, on the other hand, knew that he was the truly won.

This old man had no idea how valuable this treasure was.

Ian lingered in the store for a few moments longer before exiting; after all, this is just an average store.

Even if an incredible treasure was accidentally found here, the quality of the other treasures and items available at this location is far too low.

Ian went on a 'stealing' spree for the next two hours.

He purchased every treasure that was in his memory, as well as some herbs and natural treasures he thought might be useful.

His bag became so heavy that he didn't even venture into empty alleys.

What if he was ambushed?

It's not out of the realm of possibility; after all, the human heart is unpredictable.

Ian purchased a gun and many bullets from a weapon broker, just in case.

Initially, there were a lot of eyes on him, observing everything he does. However, they all disappeared when he took the Golden card from his pocket.

Confused by this, Ian asked the weapon broker about it.

The weapon broker told Ian that the Gold card was actually a Gold-Tier premium membership in the Unity Bank of Central Realm.

This bank is not simple; it is run collaboratively by the Occult Council and the World Association.

This is one of the most luxurious banks, and anyone who can obtain a Gold-tier membership in it must have an extraordinary background.

It wouldn't be surprising if someone is protecting them from the shadows.

While Ian was about to walk away from the Weapon broker, His eyes inadvertently fell on a small box.

" What is it? " Asked Ian, curiously.

The weapon broker's eyes lit up after hearing the question.

" It's a special bomb created by one of my brothers, it can instantly obliterate any living being in a 25-meter radius...Sir it's production price quite high and it's difficult to make so..."

Ian nodded his head.

" Don't worry I will not haggle much, give me your price. " said Ian.

He sounded like a rich kid born with a golden spoon.

If this money was his, no matter how much he had, he would never give it to someone else for free, but it isn't, so there's no harm in spending it however he wants.

Ian's phone began to ring shortly after he purchased the bomb.

He placed the bags on the floor and answered the phone.

But before he could say anything, Asher, on the other end of the call, yelled angrily.

{ Where are you? how many times do I text you!? why didn't you respond?! Ehem...anyway, come to the city square, the live broadcast will start soon. }

Even though Asher didn't say what broadcast it was, he knew it was the execution of the [Shrine of Sin] Branch leader.

" I'll go there, but...where should I put my luggage?" Asked Ian.

He didn't want to carry these heavy bags all the time.

{...Just how much did you buy?}

"Ugh...in terms of weight it should be around 20 to 30 kg," Said Ian.

{...Send me your location, and I will send someone to transport that luggage to the helicopter}

" They wouldn't steal anything, right? " Ian asked, almost everything in this bag is important and valuable, he doesn't want to lose some of them due to some random dude's greed.

{Are you doubting me? don't worry about it and just send me your location }

" Alright"

' He seems quite angry...'