Muria watched the goblin named Stalon and his stall slowly disappeared before his eyes. Throughout this process, Muria didn't sense any spatial fluctuations.
Just as if this planar merchant never existed, Muria felt like everything he just experienced was an illusion.
"What a wasted name!" Seeing the goblin merchant Stalon disappear, Muria couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
"What are you saying, Muria?" Troy, who had always been perched on Muria's shoulder, stared at him in surprise. Not until this moment did he hear Muria speak.
"In your eyes, what was I just doing?"
"Weren't you just staring at that knight statue and thinking about something?" Troy, now having taken the form of a small white cat, looked perplexed. "Did you do anything else?"
"A goblin was here just now," Muria pointed at the empty area in front of him. "I made a trade with him."