Louis Simy shook his head with a wry smile and said, “Blood Glory is an a and obscure form of extraordinary power, and very few people pursue this path. I found two potential sellers, but one of them showed no i in my offer. The entleman hoped I would purchase another vampiric on he owned, but his asking price was too high for me to accept.”

  Charlot Meburg naturally knew how niche Blood Glory was. During his time at Sheffield Uy, he was the only one in his cohort to choose this path. Going back three cohorts, he was still the only one.

  This piqued his i. Blood Glathered and surged into this vampiric on.

  Louis Simy’s eyes lit up slightly. Charlot’s i in vampiric ons firmed his guess about the young maraordinary path, which stirred a sense of anticipation within him.

  The Bck Ir did not reject Charlot’s Blood Glory, though it didn’t dispy the insatiable hunger of the vampiric axe either. It silently absorbed a measured amount of Blood Glory, emitting a faint hum before bursting into a bllow. In Charlot’s hand, it transformed into a golden spear over two meters ih.

  The spear’s shaft was etched with tless intricate patterns, faintly c with bloodfmes that exuded araordinary aura.

  Louis Simy’s expression turo one of astonishment, and he blurted out, “Shanlens’ Spear!”

  “It turns out to be araordinary on of the Shanlens-Arthur family.”

  Charlot was equally surprised. He didn’t reize the family crest of the Shanlens or had he ever heard of Shanlens’ Spear, but he was familiar with the family’s reputation for crafting magical ons. He also khat any magical on capable of ging its form was exceptional and, more importantly, exceedingly expensive.

  Very few could wield vampiric ons, causing the price of bloodlied extraordinary relics to be signifitly lower than ordinary magical ons. However, for a top-tier on capable of ging its form, the price would instead exceed that of other ons of the same grade.

  This was determined by market demand.

  Eic principles?

  Such things were not easily expined in a moment.

  Louis Simy hesitated briefly before saying, “Mr. Meburg, you’ve truly surprised me. I have a challenging matter at hand and would like to iate with you.”

  “Shanlens’ Spear is a top-tier artifact. If it were rushed to au now, it would not fetch its proper value. I pn to wait for a prestigious au year to put it up for sale.”

  “But that would require you to wait a long time.”

  “I’m willing to make an advance payment, which might involve a slight loss for you, but you could receive your reward today. I’m not pressuring you—if you’re willing to wait, I will also honor my promise.”

  Charlot deliberately pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, “I wish you great success at year’s aur. Louis, but I have no desire to wait that long.”

  Charlot had no illusion that waiting for the au was a good idea.

  Louis Simy was a businessman. Profit dictated his decisions. Once he returo Strasb and learhat Charlot Meburg was now an imperial fugitive, there was no ce he’d pay another time.

  Getting the money now, with ns attached, was uionably the better deal.

  Louis Simy was overjoyed. He selected a rapier from among his wares and said, “I’m willing to offer this extraordinary on to Mr. Meburg along with an additional 200 écus.”

  “This rapier is also a vampiric on, crafted by the Arsilo family. Although the bde is slightly damaged, it is still worth over 150 écus.”

  “The Arsilo family is one of the three great noble bloodline s, on par with the Arthur family. They excel in martial arts, and their swordsmanship is unrivaled among the thirty-seven blood s. Their family is also renowned for produg famous swords.”

  Louis Simy reversed the rapier, dispying its hilt. On the guard was an intricate emblem, which he pointed out as he said, “This vampiric on has a lovely, elegant name—Blood Rose.”

  “It’s a perfect match for you!”

  Louis held the rapier carefully, ensuring the emblem was clearly visible, but made no move to draw the bde.

  Charlot was taken aback. He had expected Shanlens’ Spear to be valuable, but he hadn’t anticipated it being so eously expensive!

  The profits Louis Simy promised were thirty pert of the gain. For him to offer an advance payment, the spear’s profit margin must exceed the value of a vampiric on plus 200 écus.

  Even though vampiric ons were undervalued pared to ordinary extraordinary ons, Louis Simy’s quote of 150 écus for the rapier likely had some exaggeration, but it wouldn’t be far off.

  This suggested Shanlens’ Spear could fetch a staggering 1,200 éore at au.

  verted into modern currency, this would be equivalent to over 20 million yuan—enough to buy a high-end mansion in a prime city like Beijing or Shanghai, or a mid-sized estate in the Fars Empire.

  Charlot grinned and said, “Louis, you truly are an excellent businessman. It’s a pleasure dealing with you.”

  He accepted the vampiric rapier, recalling a poem he’d read in his past life:“Night thunder falls like silk; faint light caresses jade tiles. Peonies weep spring tears, while wilting roses linger in dawn’s embrace.”

  Blood Rose was not a famous sword.

  At least, Charlot had never heard of its history, nor did he io iigate it further.

  This vampiric rapier, in his hands, was destined for obscurity.

  Charlot had no pns to achieve glory with it.

  Louis Simy then took out a poud ha to Charlot. The pouch was heavy, clearly not filled with paper currency.

  Charlot was surprised when he ope—Louis Simy had paid him in écu gold s rather than Flor paper bills.

  Sensing Charlot’s fusion, Louis shrugged and expined, “I retly did business in Byron, where they don’t accept Flor paper currency, only gold écus and silver Flor s. Since I didn’t bring any Flor bills, I had no choice but to pay in gold écus.”

  écus came in two denominations: one éd five écus, only referred to as small écus and rge écus by Fars citizens. The s Louis Simy handed over were of both denominations.

  Charlot put away the poud the vampiric rapier. The transa between him and Louis Simy had deepeheir bond.

  The five members of the Giant Axe Adveeam watched the exge between Charlot and Louis Simy from a distahey couldn’t hear their versation, but they saw Louis Simy give Charlot a rapier and a pouch of s. They were pletely baffled about what the two were up to.

  Mason muttered under his breath, “Kaina seem like an ordinary person at all!”

  The four other members nodded in agreement. Charlot was far from ordinary—his as had been nothing short of astonishing from the beginning.

  Hannah’s gaze grew warmer, her mind spinning with new schemes.

  White Wolf emerged a few mier, dressed in clothes. He g the members of the Giant Axe Adveeam and then addressed Charlot. “Your panions are unsuited for demon hunting. Even if you’re acquainted with Louis, I won’t bend the rules for you.”

  Charlot was unfazed, but Mason looked utterly crestfallen. He had known their ces were slim, but having his hopes dashed so bluntly was still a bitter pill to swallow.