Alex walked into the inn and asked around, and it so happened that there were still two rooms left, for a total of two thousand spiritual stones a night.
Hermione jumped up at that. “What? A thousand spiritual stones for one night, you’re some shady business, aren’t you?!”
The innkeeper looked disgusted. “What era are we in now? One thousand spiritual stones are already cheap. You can go and ask if any inns are cheaper than mine. If there is, I’ll pay you back your spiritual stones.”
“Mark your words!”
Hermione was furious and was about to rush out to ask around the other inns.
Alex pulled her back. “What the hell are you doing? It’s just two thousand spiritual stones.”
He then pulled out the amount and handed it to the innkeeper. He wasn’t all that bothered about spiritual stones, after all.
Alex had many spiritual stones, to the point that even his storage ring couldn’t keep that many. If it wasn’t enough, he could just sell a couple of elixirs… However, Hermione seemed to be very sensitive toward the stones and seemed to think it was a huge loss.
Hermione grunted. “I’m not born from the Yggdrasill family, and it was considered to be good enough that I had some allowance on usual days. How can the amount be compared to those of the actual, direct line of the family? Later on, when I went to Plenilune Sect, spiritual stones were not used anymore.”
Alex nodded. “So, this was an obsession left from your childhood.”
Alex had not heard anything about Hermione’s past before.
Instead, he inquired with the innkeeper about what was going on in Raze City and what was so special about the past few days.
“You guys don’t know?”
The innkeeper had big yellow teeth and was a middle-aged, older man. His smile was a little lewd, especially when he looked at Neela, and it made one want to beat him up. “Tonight, it’s the five yearly sanctuary auction held in Raze City. All kinds of people with status from the major sects in Western Ridge have come. Gods and holy maidens are everywhere. If you walk out, anyone you bump into might be the head of some sect or another. So you better be careful not to offend anyone for no reason.”
“For example, five years ago, Sun Shrine auctioned off a broken bell for 300 thousand spiritual stones. They didn’t realize that it was a prehistoric treasure, the Chaos Bell. Now, it’s become the innate treasure of Donovan Orlando, and he wouldn’t even sell it for several million spiritual stones.”
Alex gave a noncommittal smile at that.
That Chaos Bell was now lying in his mind palace! However, hearing the innkeeper talk, he was persuaded a little.
Anyway, they couldn’t rush to continue their journey for tonight. His Chaos Beads and Chaos Tree were more sensitive to the scent of magic treasures and would sound an alarm to him if there were any. This was a big opportunity for him, and it would be a pity if he didn’t take it.
“Then, may I ask you, boss, how would one get an invitation? Is there still a way?” Alex asked.
The innkeeper shook his head. “Not unless you guys get it by force.”
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