"Of course, miss. As long as it's someone you love, we can lower the price for him," replied the middle-aged man.

Richard wanted to slap his forehead when he heard that.

At this moment, Grace, the middle-aged boss, and the attendant all turned their gazes toward Richard, waiting for him to say what he wanted to buy.

"I want a weapon," said Richard as the three of them stared at him.

"Sir, please follow me…" The boss seemed eager to guide him personally.

Richard nodded and followed him.

As they walked toward the weapon area, the middle-aged man kept glancing at Grace, as if there was something he wanted to ask her but was too hesitant to say.

Grace, on the other hand, acted as if she was completely unaware of the boss's thoughts.

She continued walking with an indifferent expression.

Meanwhile, Richard kept observing the store, filled with all kinds of items that dazzled his eyes.

He even spotted many high-quality Sky Armors of various forms.

Some of them emitted an oppressive, terrifying aura even without a user.

They seemed to be at a level capable of destroying Richard instantly—if only they had someone wielding them.

However, at such a level, it was extremely difficult to find someone who specialized purely in Sky Armor.

Most of them were likely Magi who had also mastered Sky Armor to a high level.

Many old Magi who could no longer progress in magic would eventually choose to train in Sky Armor instead.

Relying on their far stronger souls and mental strength, they could certainly master it level by level, even if they lacked talent in that path at the beginning.

Besides Sky Armor, Richard was fascinated by the magic puppets.

They were puppets, yet capable of fighting as though they were living beings.

Lower-tier ones were cheap, but in this store, there were magic puppets from Tier 50 all the way to Tier 100.

Tier 100—this was already comparable to a Peak Magus Lord.

Their prices were terrifying, reaching 50 million Spirit Nature.

"Sir, are you perhaps interested in Magic Puppets? Compared to Magi, their combat ability may be average. But they excel in defense, created from materials that are extremely difficult to destroy." The attendant suddenly offered because of Richard's gaze.

She clearly wanted Richard to buy more, even though he had not purchased anything yet.

But Richard immediately shook his head.

He had no need for Magic Puppets.

Soon, they arrived at the weapon area, one of the store's largest sections because of the sheer number of weapons displayed, arranged inside huge glass cases.

They sold weapons from Tier 3 up to Tier 7. Nothing below that.

Of course, even Tier 7 weapons were few.

Richard only saw three of them.

All of them were swords of different colors—gold, red, and purple—locked inside a glass cabinet protected by numerous formations.

They were so radiant they almost hurt the eyes.

Even without releasing aura, Richard could feel unlimited threat from these swords.

But he was actually even more afraid of their prices.

"Sir, what Tier of weapon would you like to purchase?" the boss asked.

As a powerful Magus, he looked curious about Richard, realizing he wasn't an ordinary young Magus.

"Tier Six," Richard replied.

After being terrified by the price of Tier 7 weapons, he shifted his gaze toward Tier 6 weapons.

There weren't many—less than fifteen.

Although their prices also made Richard uneasy, he felt he still had a chance.

The cheapest one was actually 70 million Spirit Nature.

And even that was only a very small knife.

"Ohhh, which weapon are you interested in, sir?" The boss was surprised that Richard, still in the World Realm, wanted a Tier 6 weapon.

It was like a small tiger wanting to hunt an elephant.

Of course, the issue was money. Could he actually afford a Tier 6 weapon?

After all, even Grimoire Realm Magi rarely had Spirit Nature exceeding 1 million. If they did, most would spend it on a Tier 4 weapon.

Richard's gaze fell on the small knife.

He liked it, and it was the only thing within his budget.

Even then, only after the price was lowered.

The knife's shape curved slightly, resembling a crescent moon.

Instead of having color, it was transparent like glass.

No— it seemed to be made entirely from extremely high-grade glass.

"Will you sell it for 50 million?" Richard asked, pointing at the knife.

The attendant took a deep breath upon hearing that, as though stabilizing her mind because the discount sounded way too large.

The boss blinked several times but maintained his smile.

However, he shook his head.

"50 million is too low. Even if you are VVIP, the discount you receive can't reach that amount. 60 million—that is the lowest price we can offer."

Richard: "…"

He couldn't help showing an ugly expression because he only had a little over 55 million Spirit Nature.

Less than 60 million.

(Richard, I'll add the rest. Just take it if you want it. How much Spirit Nature are you short?)

Suddenly, he received Grace's message.

He instinctively rolled his eyes and glanced at her.

Her expression didn't change, but personally, Richard felt like she was laughing at him—even though she clearly wasn't.

One thing he realized: Grace was more genuine than he was.

She did not hesitate to add such a large amount for him.

Even though he wouldn't mind helping her with a few million, he absolutely hated paying for her things at anything above five million.

Richard fell silent for quite a while, wanting to refuse but realizing he had no way to cover the shortage.

Many of his unused items weren't even worth five million.

In other words, he had no choice but to accept Grace's help.

(Are you sure? I'm short 5 million.) Richard replied reluctantly.

There was no way he would cancel this purchase; he really wanted the knife.

(Don't think too much about it. Just make your decision.) Grace responded.

(Fine… but I'll repay you later!)

Richard could only say that. He accepted her help, but to him, this was a debt.

Grace didn't reply, as if she was too lazy to comment.

Richard immediately prepared a ring containing 50 million Spirit Nature.

Of course, it was the ring with the largest space he owned because the amount was too large.

At the same time, Grace handed him another ring.

Richard then gave both rings to the boss, who accepted them with a wide smile.

He nodded after checking them.

Even though the Spirit Nature inside was enormous, he was strong enough to count them instantly, especially inside a Storage Artifact.

"Prepare it!" he ordered the attendant.

The attendant opened the case containing the glass knife.

It was still sealed inside a small glass box.

"Sir, please do not open it here," said the attendant as she handed it to Richard.

She was clearly afraid that Richard would fail to control its power and the knife would tear the entire store apart.

But Richard knew the knife had already submitted to him.

It had spirituality—slightly intelligent—and could detect a worthy user.

As long as it accepted that user, its power would remain fully under control.

Ignoring the attendant's warning, Richard opened the glass box.

"You—!" Even the boss was stunned.

But he had been daydreaming about Grace's identity, so he reacted too late to stop Richard.

However, the knife immediately acted like a magnet, moving on its own and sticking itself onto Richard's palm.

And nothing happened. The knife's aura remained completely calm.

"Very nice," said Richard, playing with it as if it were a plastic toy.

Grace was also surprised to see how easily Richard controlled the knife.

"If you have nothing else to buy, let's leave," she said.

Richard nodded and followed behind her.

The boss and the attendant still followed them, seemingly wanting to escort them out.

The boss looked hesitant, as though he wanted to ask something.

But in the end, he said nothing.

"By the way, young man, be careful," said the boss to Richard, changing the way he addressed him, as if speaking as a senior.

And Richard understood why he said that.

No less than ten sharp gazes from powerful individuals were fixed on him.

The store wasn't crowded and people were far apart, so most didn't notice what others were buying.

But experts naturally had wide perception.

They could observe the entire store even while focusing on the items before them.

In this situation, Richard could only nod.

The Fire Spirit Queen was far away in the Holy Star Kingdom. She might not be able to help unless she secretly followed him from afar without him knowing.

Not long after, he and Grace were already outside the Aether Magic Shop.

"You're still tracking Erick Goldwood, right?" Grace asked.

"Of course," Richard answered.

"Then let's catch him now."

"Sure…" Richard nodded.

They then began flying, but only at low altitude.

Richard took the lead, heading toward where he sensed the location of his shadow eagle.

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