Selling

"I want to sell something. You said you were not only a bartender and informer but also a merchant."

"Sure, I can buy stuff from you, but don't offer me junk that isn't even worth a few Void Souls. I won't consider something like that as a value." Sven said seriously.

Sven was more connected to the World of Darkness than most living beings and had unique abilities that he could only use in this bar. He could not offer the energy of the World of Darkness something useless and get Void Souls for it. This feature also eliminated the possibility of the merchant charging unequal prices.

"Don't worry. It may not be heavenly treasure, but you shouldn't be disappointed." Wain said, and the Ring of Damned glowed.

A variety of different weapons spilled out onto the barstool. There was everything from small knives to massive halberds and maces. The blades of swords and sharp katanas gleamed and exuded a deadly aura.