"Boss, the appointment funds have reached eighty thousand Gold Coins recently, when will you handle it?"

Aileen promptly relayed the work when she saw Mr. Baiyi.

Mr. Baiyi approached, glanced at the appointment slip, and put it back: "I'll do it shortly."

"Alright." Aileen nodded, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "Boss, is it true we're living here for free?"

"Weren't all the rooms renovated?" Mr. Baiyi replied, seemingly suddenly recalling something: "How long before you're of age? It's almost been a year, yet you haven't grown taller?"

"I wish for that too, but I'm only ninety years old, twenty more years to go..." Aileen felt a bit disappointed, once again lamenting the long adolescence of elves, uncertain when her talent might awaken.

She was clearly a genius too...

Mr. Baiyi reached into the counter, grabbed a bottle of milk, and walked out: "Go out less recently. If you need anything, have the shops deliver it over; remember to contact Or if any issues arise."

He inserted a straw, took a sip, and first went to the assembly line to put those Barrett into the Space Ring before heading out.

It was daytime, Saint Martial Avenue bustling, although unlike the initial enthusiasm, the gazes from the neighbors now were more reverent.

Mr. Baiyi rather enjoyed this, walked into a small alley, took several turns, and arrived at a quite lively street.

This street wasn't far from Saint Martial Avenue.

However, here most sold various materials, along with many strange items, while Saint Martial Avenue specialized in finished goods.

They were only a few streets apart; at the edges lay entertainment areas, then some merchant mansions, finally the city walls.

During the daytime, the material street operated normally, at night some shops transformed into secretive dealings.

Of course, anyone slightly competent could notice this, but none intervened.

Or rather... the three Federations don't restrict anything except the circulation of goods concerning Evil Gods, Ancient Gods, and the Abyss.

So, the black market existed with a blind eye to it, mostly selling stolen goods, murder loot, extremely rare items.

Such murders and robberies mostly occurred outside the city, since within, investigations followed.

Approaching a store selling old machinery, there was a small alley nearby. Mr. Baiyi entered, not long after reaching a door, knocking gently twice, and it opened.

The opener was a young man cloaked entirely in black robes, from his faintly blood-qi-emitting eyes it was clear he belonged to the shadowy Dark Race.

Without exchanging words, they quickly arrived at a dim study room, the room carrying a slight rust scent, a mix of dripping blood and wiped clean.

"How many Soul Crystal Cores do you have?" Mr. Baiyi inquired directly.

"Three, two small, one medium." Ma Yuan's gloomy voice replied, slowly removing his hood and face covering, exposing a handsome face.

He had a Western appearance, red pupils, unnaturally pale skin, appearing somewhat addicted.

Mr. Baiyi pondered, then said: "I have some Blood Essence, it should be beneficial to you vampires; why don't you assess its value?"

Mr. Baiyi took out a test tube, placed it on Ma Yuan's desk.

This man was a rare vampire. Although vampires were intelligent beings, they hailed from the Undead Realm, not native to Xiya Continent, hence unrecognized by the Federation. They could only survive in shadowy places within the Federation.

Ma Yuan directly picked up the test tube, opened it, instantly the rich blood scent filled the study.

Ma Yuan took a deep breath, his face showing an expression of enjoyment.

He capped it, struggling to suppress the bloodthirsty urge, since the test tube was not yet his: "One tube, fifty Gold Coins, however many you have, it's mine."

Mr. Baiyi nodded, he had obtained over three thousand liters, while the test tube contained only a hundred milliliters, equating to prices over a hundred times the panel-quoted 5 Gold Coins per liter.

"That tube is yours; I'll sell more to you when available in the future." Mr. Baiyi was in no rush negotiating this deal; as the Blood Essence had no expiry, it contained precious materials, still advancing. Once it became Golden Level, its value would multiply tenfold.

Both Mr. Baiyi and Sabo treated this item as their trump card.

"Then I won't be modest." Ma Yuan's suppressed gaze began to vanish; he didn't immediately drink the Blood Essence but placed it in the drawer on the left, then pulled another box from the right drawer onto the table.

"Official pricing, Small Soul Crystal Core is ten thousand Gold Coins, Medium Soul Crystal Core is seventy thousand."

Ma Yuan opened the box, two ten-centimeter diameter, one twenty-centimeter diameter pure crystals appeared within the protective cover.

Calmly he said, "Yet in the black market, prices are generally higher. I treat Mr. Baiyi as a friend, for one hundred fifty thousand, you're welcome to take them."

"Very fair." Mr. Baiyi nodded, black market pricing inherently inflated, typically doubling prices for such exceedingly rare items, this indeed was a friendship rate.

Taking out two Dawn Badges, he operated them, placed one before Ma Yuan, and then collected the three Soul Crystal Cores.

Seeing Ma Yuan's peculiar gaze before him, Mr. Baiyi calmly stated: "The Barrett has over two hundred pieces, deducted ten thousand Gold Coins in this purchase."

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