Damien nodded curtly at her, his expression remaining calm and composed.

The woman, however, didn't seem bothered by his lack of enthusiasm.

Her soft smile remained as she placed a hand against her chest lightly and said, "My name's Susan."

Her tone was gentle and patient, the kind that carried a faint trace of practiced professionalism.

She then tilted her head slightly, studying him with mild curiosity. "I noticed you've just been standing there, looking around the guild. What are you here for?"

Damien's eyes drifted back to her, the faint light from the lanterns overhead glinting across his irises. "I'm here to trade some items," he replied plainly.

Susan's expression brightened slightly, her lips curving into a small, pleased smile.

"Ohh, I see," she said softly, her voice laced with a welcoming tone. "Then follow me."

Without waiting for his response, she turned around, her neat yellow and black dress flowing slightly with the motion.

The gentle sway of her hips was subtle yet noticeable, and the faint scent of lavender perfume lingered in the air as she walked ahead.

Damien followed her silently from behind, his steps steady and unhurried as they made their way across the bustling guild hall.

After a short walk, they stopped in front of a particular door with a polished brass handle. Above it was a neatly carved sign that read: Item Trading.

Susan turned toward him once more with that same polite smile.

"Here we are," she said gently. She pushed the door open and stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

Damien gave a short nod and stepped inside. Susan followed right after him, closing the door behind them with a soft click.

The room was fairly large — much larger than he expected for what seemed to be a simple trading space.

The walls were smooth, polished enough to reflect the soft glow of the lantern hanging from the ceiling.

There was nothing else in the room except for a large rectangular table set at the center, with two chairs placed opposite each other.

Susan turned toward Damien with her usual warm demeanor, her brown eyes glinting faintly as she gestured gracefully toward one of the chairs.

"Please, sir… make yourself comfortable," she said, her tone polite and soft, accompanied by that same gentle smile.

Damien gave another small nod and sat down without a word. The wooden chair creaked faintly beneath his weight.

He rested one arm on the table while his other hand remained relaxed on his lap. His gaze, calm and unbothered, shifted toward Susan again.

She smiled once more and took the seat opposite him, her posture straight but relaxed.

Her hands folded neatly atop the table, and for a brief moment, her eyes scanned his face as if trying to read something from his calm expression.

Then, with that same warm tone, she asked, "So, what would you like to trade today?"

Damien let out a soft sigh—not of annoyance, but more out of mild reluctance to speak further than necessary. "I'll rather just show you," he said simply.

He lifted his hand slowly and stretched it toward the table.

The faint shimmer of light flickered in the air above the surface, followed by a soft hum that resonated for just a second.

In the next instant, a black bag materialized out of thin air, appearing as though it had been pulled from the void itself.

It dropped onto the table with a dull thump, the air around it rippling faintly before returning to stillness.

Susan's eyes widened instantly, her composure breaking as she stared at the bag in shock. Her mouth parted slightly, and her pupils dilated as she looked from the bag to Damien, then back to the faint distortion of mana that still lingered in the air.

"I-Is that a…" she stammered, her voice filled with disbelief. "A spatial skill?"

The manifestation had been so clean, so refined, without a trace of instability or distortion. It was clearly the work of a high-rank skill!

'This type of advanced spatial skill… has to be at least A-rank?!' she thought to herself, her fingers tightening slightly over the table.

Even among high-ranking adventurers, spatial skills of this level were rare!

Her gaze returned to Damien, her curiosity growing as she tried to gauge his strength.

He didn't look particularly old, but his calmness, the lack of reaction to her surprise, and the precision of his ability… all pointed toward someone who was far from ordinary.

Damien's eyes narrowed slightly as he caught the flicker of astonishment in her expression. His voice came out flat, quiet but edged with subtle firmness.

"That's not your business," he said coldly. "Just check out the items."

Susan chuckled awkwardly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she lowered her gaze for a brief moment.

"You're right, sir… I'm really sorry," she said softly, her tone carrying both apology and embarrassment.

The polite warmth she had earlier was still there, though now it was accompanied by a slight nervousness.

She didn't dare meet his eyes for long, afraid that another poorly chosen word might irritate him further.

Trying to steady her composure, she reached for the black bag on the table and carefully loosened its mouth.

With a small, cautious motion, she tilted it forward. The soft rustle of material echoed through the quiet room as the bag's contents began to pour out onto the polished surface of the table.

A large number of fanged rabbit furs spilled out first, their brown and white colours catching the glow of the lantern above.

Each piece of fur was thick, clean, and surprisingly well-preserved, as if freshly skinned not long ago.

Along with them came several small clinking sounds—the sharp fangs of the rabbits scattering across the table, rolling slightly before coming to a stop in uneven clusters.

Susan's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight.

"So many…" she thought silently, her lips parting just a little in astonishment.

It wasn't every day someone brought in this much material at once, especially not from the low-ranked beasts near the outskirts of the village.

Most adventurers who hunted fanged rabbits only managed to gather a few hides or a handful of fangs before returning, often due to exhaustion or limited storage space. But this… this was quite a collection.

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