Gray castle walls surrounded the tall buildings in a spiral shape. The low, but thick, castle walls gave off a sturdy impression. The buildings rising over them looked sophisticated.
The castle exhibiting both massiveness and splendor was the city-state Cameloon.
Two young men rode their horses up to the gigantic door, which was open in the middle of Cameloon's castle wall.
"Aww, I didn't think that riding horses would be so difficult."
Dorian twisted his mouth.
"My waist, legs, and neck. I hurt everywhere."
"The first time is always difficult. You are used to it now, so it should get better."
Raon snickered and nodded.
'But he is getting used to it relatively quickly.'
Dorian got used to it really quickly for his first time riding a horse. Thanks to that, it only took two weeks to travel the distance he'd originally estimated would take three weeks.
"By the way, when did the young master even learn to ride a horse? I didn't notice any horses in the annex building."
"I learned before."
He had ridden a horse countless times in his previous life, and he had no difficulty currently except for getting used to the saddle.
"You really can do anything."
Dorian smiled and came up next to him. He wasn't trembling anymore, probably because they weren't going to fight right away.
"We are going to be able to enter without much trouble today, since their vigilance is currently low."
"Indeed."
Raon nodded, looking at two guards in front of the castle gate. Cameloon had different levels of vigilance depending on the situation, and it was currently at its lowest level.
Raon and Dorian managed to enter Cameloon without any difficulty, using the mercenary nameplate that Rimmer gave them.
The streets and crossroads were full of people. There were also tourists, but they mostly seemed to be sellers and buyers.
Raon looked around the market and shopping districts that he hadn't visited for a long time. It looked like he needed to head down in order to find what he wanted.
"Are you heading down?"
It looked like Dorian noticed his thoughts as he asked his question.
"Down? Did you know about the black market?"
There was a black market in the merchant city Cameloon where items that couldn't be sold publicly or expensive objects were traded.
It wasn't some extreme secret, but he didn't expect Dorian to know about it.
"Of course I do."
"How?"
"I'm the son of a merchant family, after all. I have good knowledge about stuff like this."
Dorian grinned, pointing at himself with his finger. Raon did expect him to be from a merchant family, but it was Raon's first time hearing it from him directly.
'I didn't have to hang around.'
He was planning to pretend to be looking around before leaving Dorian at the inn, but he didn't really need to do that since he knew about the black market already.
"Let's go, then."
"Huh? Does the young master even know about the passage?"
"Yes, I've heard about it."
Raon nodded and headed towards the meat market on the right side of the city.
Crossing through stalls that gave off the stench of blood, they entered the restaurant at the end of the market. Contrary to the outside, the greasy smell of freshly grilled meat was filling the space.
"Grilled pork. Fry the skin until it becomes crispy and pour the sauce to make the meat softer. As for the black beer, make them ice-cold and bring two glasses."
Raon ordered food that he wouldn't usually order from the clerk standing at the entrance.
"…Ah!"
She tilted her head, then clapped her head in realization.
"Please, come this way."
She smiled slightly and led them to the room further inside. There was a round table big enough to fit five people inside the room.
She carefully closed the door and pressed a part of the wall.
The table on the center was lifted, the floor shaking very slightly, and stairs leading down appeared.
"I was surprised to hear the password used in my grandmother's generation. Did you hear about it from someone that retired a long time ago?"
"Yes."
Raon nodded. It was one of the passwords he used in his previous life. Even though the black market was exposed to many people, there was no way they would've been using the same password for ten years.
However, there was a reason that he told her that password.
"About that grandmother…"
"She died ten years ago."
The clerk responded casually, probably because ten years had already passed.
"I see."
The grandmother was the black market's receptionist that used to give him something to eat whenever she met him, telling him that he had dead eyes.
He wanted to see what she would tell him after seeing his current appearance, but it was a shame he couldn't find out. He felt bitter in his mouth.
'Rest in peace.'
Raon closed his eyes and prayed for her repose.
"The black market's password changes every two years even if nothing special happens. You were lucky since I still remember the previous passwords, but it wouldn't have worked if it were anyone else."
The clerk listed a few previous passwords and smiled.
"I'm turning a blind eye because you're handsome."
"But I'm hiding my face."
Raon pointed at the hood covering his face.
"Handsome people give off this feeling, even if they try hiding it."
After that, she looked at Dorian. Her expression was filled with uncertainty.
"Anyway, the current password is the other stir-fried chicken without pepper and onion, and three glasses of well-aged Kitten wines."
"I see."
"Then, please enjoy your shopping."
"Thank you."
The clerk told them to remember the password properly, then left the room and closed the door.
"This is why it's important to be handsome."
Dorian frowned, rubbing his cheek.
"By the way, who told you about this place?"
"Instructor Rimmer."
"Ah, I see."
Raon said Rimmer's name and Dorian nodded.
"Let's go down."
"Yes."
Raon went ahead and walked down the stairs. After slowly walking for around two minutes in the dim darkness, the stairs finally ended and something that looked like a gray curtain appeared.
Flap!
He cleared away the curtain and the black market came into view.
"I can't get used to this. It's way cleaner than up there."
"Indeed."
Raon nodded. The black market was way cleaner and more sophisticated than the public market.
It felt like a jewelry store frequented by ladies.
There was a refined building at the center in the shape of a pottery, and the stalls around them were the black merchants that got permission to sell by the black market.
"Where are you visiting first?"
"I'll check the auctioned items first."
It wasn't time for the auction yet, but since there might be something he needed he went to the auction house first.
Raon bought a catalog to check which items would be auctioned that day. His eyes stopped in the middle as he was looking through the list.
'There it is.'
Raon clenched his fist, seeing the item called 'black butterfly'. He was unsure that he would find anything he needed, but he was lucky to find exactly what he wanted.
'It's in two days.'
The black butterfly was going to be auctioned in two days.
'The price is… ten to twenty gold.'
It wasn't a cheap price, but it wasn't really expensive either considering it was an auctioned item in the black market.
'I need a bit more money.'
Even though he got a fair amount of money from the great achievements he made in the two previous missions, he still lacked a significant amount of money to win the auction for the black butterfly.
You don't have enough money? How come the King of Essence's possessed body is a beggar! It's truly deplorable!
Wrath, who just woke up, clicked his tongue while yawning.
'Shut up.'
Raon licked his lips, looking at the casino next to the auction house. It seemed he needed to make some money over there.
"Eek? Young master, are you planning to go to the casino? You can't do that!"
Dorian, who'd been drooling while reading the catalog, shook his head fiercely.
"Why not?"
"That place is full of gambling professionals! It's an infamous place where even the kingdom's best gamblers lose all their money! We aren't going to have any money left to eat afterward if we go in there."
"Ah, I know. But that's okay."
Raon tapped Dorian's shoulder when he tried stopping him.
'Because it was my bank in my previous life.'
He snickered and shook the flower bracelet where Wrath was residing.
'I also have a secret weapon this time.'
* * *
He didn't receive anything like a reward for killing his target when he used to live as the assassin Raon in his previous life. All he got was a few days of rest, and even that wasn't given sometimes as he had to leave for the next assassination mission right away.
Since the bastards in House Robert didn't consider assassins human beings, they only provided them with the minimum amount of money necessary when they left on a mission to minimize their losses if they died.
He hadn't noticed anything strange about it when he was brainwashed, but he realized that the Robert bastards were terrible sons of bitches after being released from it.
'That's why I gathered some money each time I went out.'
In order to find an opportunity to run away, he went to the gambling house each time he got a break to make money and hid it in a house. It was too far away to get it currently, but he was planning to grab it when he had the opportunity.
'Now then.'
Raon looked around the gambling house along with the terrified Dorian. Noticing a familiar game, he went to the table on the right side.
A slender young woman and an old man wearing a clean suit were sitting at the table. The men that were standing behind them looked like bodyguards.
'This looks good.'
Raon watched the gamble until the game finished ten times before joining the round. The gamble was about guessing the number on the dice inside a shaking metallic cup.
"Hah, this is why I should've gone downstairs. I guess the casino isn't managing the clients properly anymore."
The woman wearing black dress and fox mask frowned after taking a glance at him.
"Gender and age doesn't matter when it comes to gambling, and kings and beggars are treated the same way. Welcome."
On the other hand, the old gentleman smiled widely and nodded his head slightly.
Raon only greeted the old gentleman, then looked at the round. He could hear the woman clicking her tongue, but he didn't mind it.
"Hmm…"
However, the dealer shuddered at the woman's reaction. It looked like the woman wearing the fox mask was from a rather prestigious house.
"Ugh, this atmosphere…"
Dorian's adam's apple trembled from the frightening atmosphere around the table.
"We will be starting, then."
The dealer showed the metallic cup and dice to the three people, then put the dice inside the cup and started shaking it. His hand was so fast, his wrist and shoulder moving at the same time, which made it difficult to even see the cup properly.
He elegantly spun the cup as if he were performing a sword dance before putting it down on the floor. He took his hand off, signaling for them to make their bet.
"Two."
"I'll go with four."
The woman and old man pushed the chips in front of them after observing the cup.
"…Three."
Raon called the number three and bet half of the chips he had.
"I'll go with five."
The dealer slowly raised the cup after confirming everyone's numbers.
"The number on the dice is three. Congratulations."
The dealer smiled widely and returned twice the amount of chips he had bet.
"Tsk, he's just lucky."
The woman glared at him while clicking her tongue.
"I lost twenty gold coins today, yet you are starting out with great luck."
The old gentleman nodded his head to congratulate him.
"The next round is about to start."
The dealer put the dice back in the cup and started shaking it. After spinning it even faster and more cheerfully than before, he put it back on the table with a pleasant snapping sound.
"Three."
"Five should be it this time."
"One."
The moment Raon said one, the dealer's fingers trembled slightly.
"I'll go with four."
The dealer slowly lifted the cup. There was only one spot on the die.
"It's one. Congratulations."
The dealer returned double the amount of chips he bet.
"What's that?"
"Wow, you're really doing great!"
The woman had turned her head to blatantly glare at him, and the old gentleman's eyes were wide.
"Woah! Two wins in a row?"
Dorian jolted in surprise and came up next to him.
"Young master, you have to run. I'm a hundred percent sure they've gone easy because you are a novice. They are professionals, the real deal! If you continue like this, they will take everything from you, including your undergarments!"
"I know, I know. But let me try a little bit more."
Raon smiled and bet all the chips he had just won.
"Oh, no."
Dorian covered his eyes and sighed.
"Hmph, what an idiot."
"Hmm."
The woman wearing a dress sneered, and the old gentleman slowly nodded his head.
All of them believed the dealer had been going easy on Raon and that it was about time for him to reveal his true abilities.
However…
Third round, fourth round, and after the fifth round had passed, there were enough chips in front of Raon to reach his chest.
"Wh-what is that?! What have you done?"
"Wow, how did this…?"
The woman wearing a dress and the old gentleman stared at Raon's chips in shock.
"Y-young master! Gurgle."
Dorian was foaming from his mouth as he tapped Raon's shoulder to urge him to run away.
"I'm pretty lucky today."
Raon swept the chips with his finger and smiled.
H-how did you do that? What method did you use?
'The sound.'
Sound?
'Each vertex of the dice is worn out to a different extent, which makes a different sound upon hitting the cup. I'm anticipating the number on the dice by noticing the difference between them.'
It was a gambling technique consisting of finding out the number on the dice by using the colliding sound between the dice and the cup.
Most people couldn't use it even if they knew about it, but Raon was easily able to do it thanks to his advanced perception.
Are you telling me you guessed the number on the dice with something crazy like that?
Wrath gasped. The fact that he could notice the difference between those sounds and remember them was amazing enough.
Ah, then the reason that you kept spectating the gamble was…
'Yes, it was to learn the sounds.'
I knew you were a swindler after all! That was why the King of Essence was tricked every single time!
'I'm not a swindler since I'm winning with my own abilities.'
Raon snickered and gathered the chips.
"I'm done for now. Have fun."
He waved his hand at the old gentleman and the woman before standing up.
Are you leaving already?
'It's because they might start picking a fight if I stay in one place for too long.'
After looking around the gambling tables, he sat at the poker table.
Poker? Are you going to scam them again?
'No, I never scam them.'
Raon's eyes shone as he watched the cards being distributed.
What?
'It's your turn now. Go over there and check their cards for me.'
What a crazy bastard!
Wrath popped out from the bracelet and started spreading terrifying pressure.
The King of Essence is the monarch of Devildom! How dare a mere human give me orders! And you have the audacity to ask me to peek at their cards!
'You are mistaken.'
Raon remained peaceful in the midst of the coldness filling the space. He nonchalantly shook his head.
'It's a trade.'
Trade?
'Yes. I'll eat everything you desire here if you help me.'
You really are a crazy bastard! Even though the King of Essence is a well-known gourmet, did you truly believe such a suggestion would…
'I saw a bead ice cream vendor earlier. There was a new product, too.'
Wrath hesitated for a moment.
It's pointless! Missing some bead ice cream isn't a big deal…
'Two bead ice creams.'
S-Shut up! Do you truly believe the monarch of Devildom would…
'Three.'
…
'Four, and another food you want to eat.'
Wrath stopped speaking. Raon understood it was time to put an end to it.
Where shall I check?
Four bead ice creams and one food of choice.
It was really a cheap price to pay to utilize the monarch of devildom.
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Poker.
It was a very simple game where players tried to assemble certain combinations using the random cards the dealer gave you, then revealed them after betting chips for the winner to get the pot.
Since there weren't any rules to learn as long as you remember the hands, poker was one of the most popular games in casinos.
Because of its popularity, there were also over twenty poker tables in the black market's casino, and all the spectators were mysteriously gathered around the table at the end.
"H-how many times did he win in a row? Four? Five?"
"From what I've counted, he won six times in a row."
"Idiots, the winning streak isn't the important part. He is playing as if he knows everything about the opponent's cards!"
"I know, right? How can he play so well?"
The spectators were amazed by the man in black robe sitting at the center of the table.
"It's not just about the winning streak, but his winning rate is also crazy. I think he's been winning more than seven out of ten games."
"He is so lucky. I used to be like that once."
"Bullshit, you've always been broke!"
"Wow, look at all those chips. They're piled up like a mountain, I'm jealous."
Just like he said, chips were piled up like a hill in front of the black-robed man.
"Haa!"
"Hmm…"
"Damn it."
The gamblers at that table broke out in a cold sweat or frowned upon seeing that.
"Isn't he a dishonest gambler? It's also called a swindler."
"You idiot! There's magic cast inside the black market's casino, mana can't be used here. And that dealer would've caught him already if he was actually a swindler, since he has over twenty years of experience."
"Ah, now that you mention it, they changed the dealer as well."
Because the robed man kept winning over and over, the other clients complained and the dealer was changed. However, that didn't make him start losing money.
"That means he really is lucky."
"Wow, I wish I was that lucky…"
"Well, obviously he's lucky, but his judgment is great too. His gaze is no joke."
"Keuh…"
Dorian, who had been listening to the spectators while biting his fingernails, came up to the black robed man—which was Raon.
"Y-young master, let's stop now. Now is the time that your the beginner's luck has been extended like a rubber band! Everyone's saying you were just lucky!"
"How long do you think beginner's luck can last?"
Raon smirked, looking at Dorian's anxious eyes.
'Well, it's about time I stop.'
He gathered his mountain of chips and nodded. The black butterfly was usually auctioned at ten to twenty gold. Since he had earned thirty-five gold so far, it was about time he stopped.
'And there might be trouble if I continue.'
He won consecutively because he was running out of time, but it was actually better to slowly win over a few days. It could cause a problem if he kept winning even more.
"I'll stop for now. Please exchange them for gold."
Raon stood up while pushing the chips towards the dealer.
"Wait! Did you just say you are going to leave now?"
The fox masked woman, who had followed him from the game of dice to the poker table, stood up after him.
"Well, I've won enough."
"You can't just leave after winning!"
"But don't people come here to win?"
"Let's play one more game. I haven't won a single game!"
"I don't have much time, though."
"Argh!"
The fox masked woman glared at him furiously, biting her lip. It seemed like she was exploding in anger after losing twenty games in a row between the dice and poker games.
That's why she shouldn't have followed him.
Even though no one told her to follow him, she challenged him on her own and lost. Raon couldn't understand why she was being like that, even though it was her own fault.
"Hmm…"
"Ahem."
"I-I'll go somewhere else."
Curiously, the spectators avoided their gazes as soon as the woman stood up in anger. It looked like they were afraid of her.
As expected, she must've been from a famous family.
"You still have lots of money. Please don't mind me, have fun."
"Are you out of your mind just because you are slightly good at gambling? Stop messing with me and stay right there!"
"Ah, okay."
Raon ignored her and turned around. He was going to leave anyway, so it didn't really matter what important position she had. He went to the exit, ignoring the grinding sound of her teeth.
"Let's go."
"Ah, yes!"
Dorian breathed out a sigh of relief and followed him, thinking his advice had worked.
Raon Zieghart, you'd better remember your deal with the King of Essence.
'Of course.'
It's a relief, since I was going to kill you if you forgot about it. Let's go to finish the deal.
It was a heavy and cold voice. However, the fact that the deal's contents were ice cream and food was making him laugh.
'Alright, let's go.'
Raon snickered and left the casino.
* * *
The fox masked woman glared fiercely at Raon's back with golden yellow eyes as he left the casino.
"Setar."
"Yes."
The large man that was standing behind her knelt down.
"Find out everything about him, what he does and what his goal is."
"Prin…no, Lady Jayna. We were ordered to not create any unnecessary problems…"
"I've already listened to your request by not going to the underground gambling house. Do I still have to put up with it?"
It wasn't the only casino around there. The one on the lower floor was the real deal, as it had no limitation in the betting amount and caused people to put their lives on the line.
"But young lady, your probation is still…"
"Shut up and go. I'm sure that bastard cheated. The probabilities are telling me it's impossible for him to win so much! I'm going to personally cut his hand off!"
"Haa, alright."
Setar reluctantly sighed and disappeared from the spot.
"Hmph."
Jayna snorted and turned around. As she was about to leave the gambling house, the dealer came up to her.
"Y-you left the chips behind."
"I don't need them. You can take them."
She didn't even look at the chips, which were worth more than ten gold, as she gave them to the dealer.
"Sorry? Ah…"
The dealer was at a loss, but Jayna was already walking towards the exit.
'Money isn't the problem.'
Jayna smiled coldly. She had enough money to burn. The important part wasn't the money but the victory. Since she was born with noble blood, she couldn't just move on after losing to an average man like him.
'I'll stand in your way, whatever it might be.'
* * *
Hmph.
Wrath gave off a smile, his voice one tone higher than usual.
The King of Essence likes that one.
He created a finger with blue coldness and pointed at an ice cream.
'That one?'
Raon frowned upon seeing the ice cream. It had a strange shape with chocolate chips jammed in some strange base that looked both green and blue.
'I think Runaan showed me something like this before.'
Correct. It's that ice cream that you didn't eat before. It even appeared in the King of Essence's dreams.
Wrath panted, not taking his eyes off the ice cream.
"Please give one of these for now."
Raon sighed softly and ordered the ice cream Wrath picked.
"Oh, dear customer. You are pretty knowledgeable about ice creams to have picked mint chocolate."
The large man that seemed to be the shop owner smiled brightly and took out the ice cream.
"Mint chocolate?"
"Ugh!"
Dorian, who was eating a strawberry ice cream, jolted and came running to him.
"Y-young master, did you order the mint chocolate just now?"
"Apparently, yes."
"Oh no…"
"Why?"
"Young master, do you know about peppermint? The thing with a fizzy taste."
"I know."
"This ice cream is made from peppermint. The cool sensation will spread inside your mouth! It's not delicious at all!"
Dorian shook his head. Raon had seen his scared expression many times, but it was his first time seeing him feel so bad about something.
"That customer has a pretty bad taste. He doesn't even know about mint chocolate's greatness, starting with chocolate's sweetness and ending with a refreshing flavor that leaves no unpleasant feeling behind."
On the other hand, the shop owner narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dorian.
"Here you go, mint chocolate."
He personally came around the counter to give him the ice cream. The ice cream was contained in a cone-shaped pastry.
Quickly, go ahead and eat it quickly. The King of Essence can't endure it any longer!
Wrath spread his coldness to cover the entire ice cream shop.
'I got it, so calm down a bit.'
Raon sighed and looked at the green ice cream. He could feel gazes from next to him. The shop owner and Dorian were looking at him with shiny eyes, waiting for his reaction.
'What is going on?'
Thinking that it's such an insignificant matter to fight over, he put the ice cream in his mouth.
"Hmm."
Cool and sweet flavor surrounded his tongue at first. However, what came afterward was the problem. The peppermint's fizzy taste spread out throughout his mouth.
It wasn't exactly distasteful, but more awkward.
Ohh! Delicious! This combination of clean and sweet doesn't even exist in devildom. This is a revolution!
It looked like Wrath liked it, as he started dancing in the air, screaming out some weird sounds. He couldn't tell what kind of dance that was, but at least he looked really happy.
"How is it?"
"Young master, are you okay?"
Dorian and the shop owner came up to him at once and asked about the taste.
"I don't really like it."
"Ugh!"
"I knew the young master had a good taste! People who like mint chocolate have a problem with their tongues."
The shop owner frowned and Dorian smiled brightly.
What are you doing?! More, give me more! Quickly!
'Sigh.'
The promise had to be kept. Raon frowned, but ate the rest of the mint chocolate ice cream.
"Gasp! Young master! Why are you eating that again?"
Dorian flailed his arms, his face looking like he had just taken a bite of a lemon.
"Kuhahaha! Even if your mouth lies, your heart doesn't! It might not feel good, but you still want to keep eating it. That's mint chocolate's appeal!"
The shop owner scooped up the mint chocolate one more time and forcefully gave it to him, telling him it was free.
"There's no such appeal! It just has an awkward and weird flavor!"
"I feel pity for the customer that doesn't realize mint chocolate's greatness."
Raon shook his head, looking at Dorian and the shop owner fighting against each other.
Who is the genius that invented this? Ask him right away! I'll make him into the King of Essence's subordinate!
"Who invented this ice cream?"
"Ah, are you even interested in its history now?"
The shop owner murmured that the mint chocolate was truly great, and continued.
"It was invented by a lord of the southern region famous for ice cream. There's even an MC squad over there."
"MC squad? Is that a group of bandits?"
"Of course not! It's a gathering of people that love mint chocolate!"
"They are no different from bandits if they like something like that."
Dorian clicked his tongue, looking at the shop owner.
"Dear customer, take back what you said just now!"
The shop owner's hand was trembling, as if he was going to start protesting any time.
"Haa…"
Raon sighed deeply as he looked at them.
'Strange people exist everywhere.'
Raon Zieghart! Order one more mint chocolate! It fits the King of Essence's taste exactly! A mint chocolate shop shall open in Devildom!
And he was the most strange of them all.
* * *
The next day, Raon went down to the black market an hour before the auction began.
'My mouth still feels minty.'
The King of Essence is satisfied. The ocean of devildom shall be changed into mint chocolate in the future.
Wrath took too much liking to the mint chocolate the day before and chose four mint chocolates for the four rewards he was going to get. He said something about it satisfying his super palate.
Anyway, he looked pretty crazy eating four mint chocolates after saying he didn't like it that much, resulting in Dorian shaking his head and the shop owner giving him a few ice creams for free in satisfaction.
"Are you not going to eat mint chocolate today?"
"I told you I didn't like it that much."
"But you ate four of them in a row yesterday after saying that. I also tried it again, but it just confirmed I didn't like it."
Dorian's face looked like he'd bitten a lemon, just like the day before.
"There were some circumstances to it."
Since he couldn't tell him about the trade, he gave an evasive answer.
You can't even appreciate mint chocolate, what a pathetic guy!
Wrath clicked his tongue, saying Dorian had poor taste on top of being a coward.
"Hmm, we still have some time until the auction starts. What are you going to do?"
"Let's look around a little, since we didn't manage to do that yesterday."
"Okay."
Since he had more than enough money to buy the black butterfly, he decided to look around the black market.
Since lots of special items were traded around there, it was possible to buy a treasure at a cheap price if he got lucky.
He entered the nearest shop. Jewelry like rings, bracelets, necklaces, and earrings were displayed. It seemed to be an accessory shop.
The merchant looked uninterested as he dozed off, resting his chin on the table. It looked like he wouldn't even notice if he tried stealing something.
'But stealing will create an uproar.'
Security systems using magic stones and mana were installed on the items and the stands. If one tried stealing without knowing about them, they would get caught immediately and brought to the black market's underground.
"Do you notice anything?"
"Nothing special."
Raon shook his head. The items in the shop looked nice, but they were just average. What he was looking for was a treasure hiding its real abilities.
He went to another shop next to it. It also had accessories displayed, but the items looked more worn out and old fashioned.
'Nothing special around here, either.'
He looked around at the items, but nothing looked special or appealing. As he licked his lips and was about to leave, he noticed the rusty ring displayed at the entrance.
'What is that?'
A memory about the ring appeared in his head.
However, it wasn't his own memory.
It was from the knowledge from the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, which was engraved in his head. And the ring was included in it.
"Hah!"
Raon swallowed his saliva and grabbed the rusty ring.
'I didn't expect this ring to be here.'
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