Chapter 87: Plans for the Gold Coins

After leaving the black market, he removed his mask in a small alley.

Gunie silently merged into the bustling streets.

A dozen minutes later, Gunie had already appeared on a neighboring street, and his figure had returned to normal.

After confirming that no one was secretly tailing him, Gunie hailed a carriage.

Half an hour later.

Gunie quietly returned to the secret chamber of Deep爵 Castle via the hidden passage.

Throughout the entire process, no one knew that Gunie had ever gone out.

As for those Blood-Ear Elves investigating Gunie's identity, that was even more impossible.

…

In the silent secret chamber.

The four night pearls in the four corners were each much brighter than the one in Gunie's secret chamber on Old Stone Street.

Together, the four made the light in the chamber comfortable and soft.

Sitting cross-legged on the meditation seat,

"It seems that for the next black market exchange, if I don't have enough strength to protect myself, there's no need to go. Those Blood-Ear Elves will definitely use some methods to track me."

"Although they may not be able to track me, it's better to avoid trouble than to invite it."

"Moreover..."

Gunie chuckled softly.

"This time in the black market, I got enough items and earned enough gold pounds, so I don't have to worry about money for a while."

After calming his mind,

Gunie began to tally today's gains from the black market exchange.

First was the "Red Giant Spider Crystal."

This batch of extraordinary treasures was like a timely gift for Gunie at his current stage.

With source power reserves jumping from around two hundred and fifty to about a thousand, such a significant leap meant Gunie no longer had to worry about source power depletion.

And Gunie didn't need to worry about the pressure of a large source pool on his body.

Given Gunie's current physical strength, a source pool with a capacity of over a thousand source power was more than sufficient.

With a flip of his hand, Gunie took out the scroll-like spell scroll bearing the "Demon Blade Sinister Curse."

After a moment of contemplation, Gunie condensed the spell and began to receive the catalyst.

In a few seconds, the catalyst reception was complete.

Crack, crack, crack...

As the scroll's inheritance finished, the unknown leather material of the scroll quickly cracked and then shattered into pieces.

After carefully examining all aspects of the Demon Blade Sinister Curse, Gunie nodded slightly.

"No wonder it's an enhanced mid-level spell; the eight hundred gold pounds were well spent."

"Low source power consumption but extremely powerful, and the upgraded concealment effect is also a great tool for ambushes."

"It can become one of my main combat spells in the future."

Opening the system, Gunie had already decided on the replacement for the auto-training slot for this Demon Blade Sinister Curse.

Gunie replaced the Puppet Secret Thread.

Not that the Puppet Secret Thread was unimportant, but compared to other texts, its priority was lower.

The Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse was one of the spells Gunie would need in the future.

When the Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse reached a high enough level, say level three, Gunie could release it, and the spell would cover an area of over ten meters in radius.

If there were multiple enemies within the coverage, the Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse would automatically disperse and lock onto each one.

If there was only one person, it would lock onto just that one.

And as the level increased, when it reached levels five or six,

the Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse could easily cover an area of twenty to thirty meters in radius, which was already quite impressive for positioning.

At the same time, the level five or six Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse could be considered a powerful magnet.

Gunie only needed to release spells along the guidance of the Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse.

Guided by the positioning of the Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse, the spells would be more accurate than missiles.

Especially for highly flexible spells like the "Demon Blade Sinister Curse," they could nimbly track the target and deliver relentless strikes.

Spellcasters don't have the large-scale destructive power of elementalists.

So Gunie would maximize the ability of pinpoint assassination.

Moreover, with Gunie's high single-target burst, he only needed to learn one or two area spells, and his spell coverage would be no smaller than that of an elementalist.

And Gunie already had plans to learn area spells.

He replaced the "Puppet Secret Thread" in the fourth auto-training slot with the "Demon Blade Sinister Curse."

After waiting a moment, the experience value that appeared was 8 points.

"Eight experience points; this seems to be the standard value for mid-level extraordinary texts," Gunie thought to himself.

This trip to the black market,

Gunie had 6,000 gold pounds on hand.

Purchasing the Red Giant Spider Crystal cost 2,800 gold pounds.

Purchasing the "Demon Blade Sinister Curse" cost 800 gold pounds.

Selling one Green Leaf Bracelet earned 1,000 gold pounds.

Sold a pair of demon copper daggers, income 1,200 gold pounds.

Sold 500 milliliters of life spring water, income 7,000 gold pounds.

In terms of gold pounds, Gune had not decreased but increased.

Reaching 11,600.

Eleven thousand six hundred gold pounds.

To Gune, this was obviously a huge sum.

And for this huge sum, Gune had long had plans.

…

The sky gradually darkened.

"Woo woo..."

The cold wind emerged once again.

The bare branches in the courtyard let out a wooing sound in the cold wind.

Gune, stepping out of the secret chamber, looked through the glass window toward the northern sky.

In the dim environment, Gune could still see quite a bit of information.

"A rare clear day, and this heavy snow is about to fall again."

Knowing the characteristic of heavy snow sealing the mountains in the north, Gune wasn't too worried.

"That George fellow has been terribly busy lately."

Gune thought and smiled.

Last time, several places were bombed.

One of them was the "Sealed Land" of the wardens.

It was said that several "sealed objects" with life activity had escaped from it.

The only good news was that these sealed objects carried no supernatural memes, nor did they have mass destructive capabilities.

However, these sealed objects with life activity and intelligence were somewhat cunning.

They had been giving the wardens quite a headache lately.

During this time, when George passed by Deep爵 Castle, he paid a visit, which allowed Gune to learn a lot of inside information.

When he arrived at the hall.

The maids were busily preparing dinner, coming and going.

"Where is Lord Fresher?" Gune stopped a maid and asked.

"He is at the top of the main castle, leading people to clean the attic. It seems a pane of glass on the top floor of the main castle broke, and a lot of snow has accumulated."

"Go inform Lord Fresher that I have something to discuss with him."

"Very well, Lord Gune."

Thereupon, the maid quickly left.

More than twenty minutes later.

When Gune and the many alchemists had already begun eating at the dining table.

The butler Fresher finally arrived.

He was dressed in a clean, tidy winter robe, clearly having changed clothes before coming.

"Sit down and eat together. I have some matters to discuss with you." Gune swallowed the fat but not greasy roast goose and said directly.

If it were a proper noble's castle, especially one of those nobles who adhered strictly to aristocratic etiquette.

The butler obviously could not casually dine at the main table.

Here, Gune was only the nominal master of the castle.

And this butler "Fresher" was not merely a butler.

After expressing his thanks.

A maid brought Fresher the butler plates, knives, forks, spoons, and other utensils.

As a castle, it housed an expert alchemist like Gune.

And there were also over a dozen noble alchemists from various major powers.

The daily food expenses were no small sum.

Of course, the wealth created by Gune's refining of high-grade rare potions was even greater.

After dinner, those noble alchemists filed into the underground alchemy laboratory.

Gune had taught them many things.

At the same time, he had assigned them no small amount of work.

And these alchemists, undoubtedly, were themselves full of love and interest in alchemy.

They were fairly conscientious about the work Gune assigned.

The maids began to clear the tableware.

In the lounge on one side, the fireplace blazed fiercely.

Gune, sitting on the sofa, personally brewed coffee.

Butler Fresher sat opposite Gune, enjoying the warmth from the fireplace, watching Gune's somewhat unskilled movements, a faint smile on his face.

After a moment, the low-temperature coffee pot began to simmer over a small fire.

Gune also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry for making you laugh." Gune smiled, easing the awkwardness.

"Lord Gune, what business do you have with me?" Fresher said softly.