Chapter Fifty-Eight: Commander of the Holy Knights

The middle-aged man frowned. He would have loved to take all five sets, but he also knew that such a low offer would not make the matter easy.

“Wait here. I’ll have someone bring the money!”

With that, the man quickly sent out a message.

Murong Xun gave no reaction. No one could produce so much money all at once; it would have to be gathered together from elsewhere.

In less than ten minutes, his stall was surrounded, layer upon layer, by onlookers.

His wares were simply too rare. There was no need for him to shout and draw a crowd like the others; people were naturally calling friends over to gather and stare.

Still, as he looked at the scene, Murong Xun could not help frowning.

There were far too many people. Most of them were only here for the excitement and had no intention of buying anything.

What was irritating was that he could hardly drive them away. A market was a market, after all. He was here to sell goods, so naturally people had the right to look. He might be decisive and merciless in battle, but these were not enemies, and he was not a tyrannical man.

Just as he was worrying over how to deal with the crowd pressing in from all sides, he noticed that the nearest ring of people around him suddenly vanished, reappearing some distance away.

Those nearby tried to squeeze forward and take the empty space, but an invisible barrier blocked them.

The trade protection system of Magic Tower Paradise had been triggered.

If someone lingered too long at a stall without showing any intention of buying, the tower would automatically judge that person to be a troublemaker rather than a customer, teleport them away, and forbid them from approaching again for a period of time.

In this world, the minimum restriction was half an hour.

Seeing this, Murong Xun’s tightly furrowed brow finally eased.

If they had kept crowding around him like that, it would have been unbearable.

“Make way, all of you, move aside! If you’re not buying, what are you standing here for?”

At that moment, a woman pushed her way through the crowd.

She was a petite girl with delicate features. On those alone, she was quite attractive, but unfortunately her utterly flat figure at such a young age was a profound disappointment.

Even her mage robe hung loosely on her, completely ill-fitting.

And yet, when the others saw her, not a single complaint escaped their lips.

Not because of anything else, but because of the mage robe she wore.

“Um...”

The girl finally struggled her way up to Murong Xun, gazing fervently at the purple staff on the stall.

For a mage like her, of course she longed for a proper staff.

“Your price is way too outrageous.”

She pouted in annoyance. How could an ordinary purple staff possibly be worth a full hundred thousand?

She might be naive, but she was not ignorant of even the most basic prices.

“Putting a price on it is my freedom,” Murong Xun said lightly.

There were many mages in Magic Tower Paradise. He did not worry about being unable to sell it.

“Hmph.”

The girl wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes, suddenly thinking of something.

“You can set the price, but haggling is my freedom too!”

Murong Xun looked at her with the same expression one might give a pitiable fool.

He truly could not understand where her sense of superiority came from when she said that.

“Fine, fine, twenty thousand. How about twenty thousand? That’s all I have!”

The girl looked at him miserably.

Murong Xun was unmoved. Twenty thousand was impossible. Staves were more expensive than other equipment of the same type, and this was a purple staff besides.

Seeing that he would not agree, the girl bit her lip and took out her own staff.

“Then at most I’ll add this in exchange!”

[Player Zi Xuancao has displayed an excellent healing staff!]

[Excellent Healing Staff: With it, you will be respected by all.]

[Quality: Excellent, top-grade]

[Attributes: Healing effect +15%]

[Passive: Healing effect +15%]

[Passive: Healing limit +20%]

One attribute and two passives, all related to healing. It was a pretty good item for a priest-type class. What made him frown, though, was: what was he supposed to do with it?

“Mine’s very popular. If you don’t believe me, ask around. Lots of people are after healing staffs.”

Zi Xuancao looked around and displayed the staff’s attributes.

“Then sell it to them. Give me thirty thousand and the staff is yours.”

Murong Xun said indifferently.

“Little sister, why not sell it to me? Then you can use the money to buy the purple staff!”

“Sell it to me! Sell it to me! I’ll pay a high price!”

Quite a few people in the crowd immediately spoke up.

Zi Xuancao then chose to trade with one of them.

“See? I have money now. Sell it to me for thirty thousand!”

The first transaction went through smoothly, and thirty thousand went into his account, lifting Murong Xun’s mood considerably.

Zi Xuancao, having obtained the staff she wanted, left happily.

After the girl was gone, Murong Xun received many anonymous messages, some threatening, others telling him to hold onto the item.

He ignored them all. As for the threats, he treated them as nothing at all. If they had the guts, they should not hide behind anonymity. Only those lacking strength would do that.

Besides, so what if they were from some major faction? No one could touch him in Magic Tower Paradise, and once they entered a dungeon world, who was going to crush whom was far from certain.

Now that he had so many Paradise Coins, he could properly arm himself at last. One wave, and he would take off. Anyone who thought he was just a newcomer and looked down on him would only die a very ugly death.

[Brother, keep the items for me. I’ll get there as fast as I can!]

At last, a somewhat normal message appeared.

Murong Xun did not object. No one was buying right now anyway, so waiting a little longer was no trouble.

“Sorry, sorry! Kept you waiting!”

At that moment, someone came hurrying over, with another person running behind him. It was the middle-aged man from earlier.

The newcomer was a white man with blond hair and green eyes, very tall in stature. Well-fitted armor accentuated his ideal build, making him appear powerfully built. The female players watching nearby kept their eyes on him.

His manner was gentle and humble, and anyone who saw him could not help but feel favorably toward him.

It was clear he was a true knight, one who lived by the Eight Vows of Knighthood.

“Hello, friend. I am Apollo, captain of the Holy Knights’ Order.”

The man wore a warm smile.

“The Holy Knights’ Order.”

Murong Xun looked at him and could not help thinking of those four fellows.

“You’ve heard of us?”

Apollo was somewhat surprised. Their adventuring group had little fame in the beginner zone. Few people in the beginner zone ever changed classes, so the paladin class was usually only taken after one had already entered the ranks.

That was why they were well known inside the tower, but hardly anyone in the beginner zone knew them.

“A little.”

Murong Xun replied calmly.