The Wizard Has A Biochip

As I finished arranging the items, I heard a laugh beside me.

Narkou was sitting near his own merchandise and couldn’t hide his smile.

He reached out and gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder.

— Hey, brother.

I looked at him.

— Don’t blame your big brother for not warning you.

—You’re going to have a hard time selling your items doing this.

— What do you mean?

Narkou pointed at his own stall.

— Take a look at me!

I looked.

— My stall is huge compared to yours!

—And look at how many beautiful things I have!

He spread his arms theatrically.

— What do you intend to use to attract people’s attention?

I looked at my small display.

There really was a considerable difference.

Narkou had an entire collection of objects.

I had five.

— See! My stall has a superb collection of beautiful things, while you only have...

He stopped.

His gaze fell on my items.

— Wait...

His expression changed.

This time, there was no comedic exaggeration.

His two pairs of glasses almost seemed to adjust themselves as he stared at the objects.

— What is this?

Narkou slowly extended his hand.

Despite his mana being extremely weak, he could still sense the magical fluctuations emitted by my items.

And then his expression became completely different.

He had noticed.

Of the five objects, four were clearly magical items.

Moreover, judging by the characteristics of their designs and the runes engraved on their surfaces, they seemed to have come directly from the Subterranean World.

Narkou became even more intrigued.

He picked up the nose piercing and brought it closer to his eyes.

He rotated the object.

Observed the runes.

Carefully examined every detail.

Then his eyes widened.

— Recovery Piercing!

The exclamation escaped before he could control himself.

— This is a Recovery Piercing!

Several Acolytes passing through the hallway immediately looked in our direction.

Others slowed their steps.

Within a few seconds, several people were already standing in front of the stall.

— Fatty, why are you shouting?

— Did you really get a Recovery Piercing?

— Don’t try to bluff us!

Another Acolyte began laughing.

— Narkou, you must have gone crazy after dreaming about a Recovery Piercing!

— A poor seller like you actually found one of these?

— Hahaha!

Narkou’s black face turned red.

He looked extremely embarrassed.

But even so, his fingers tightened around the piercing.

He had no intention of handing it over.

I silently watched the scene.

Then, from among the crowd, a girl with delicate features and a sweet smile approached.

She seemed much calmer than the others.

— Narkou.

Her voice was soft.

— Can I take a look at that piercing?

Narkou froze.

The muscles in his face tightened.

From the expression he made, I had the impression that he was seriously considering banging his own head against the wall.

In the end, he had no choice.

He opened his hand.

The carefully crafted piercing appeared in the palm of his hand.

The girl picked up the object.

Her eyes shone with curiosity.

Then her expression changed.

A pleasant surprise appeared on her face.

Under her skillful control, the magical item reacted.

A white glow appeared on its surface.

A faint white fragrance spread through the air.

Immediately, the crowd fell silent.

Then the gasps began.

— It really is a Recovery Piercing!

— Good heavens!

— Someone is selling a Level 3 Acolyte-level magical item in the main hall!

— It can’t be!

—I need to inform Bana immediately!

—She always wanted a Recovery Piercing!

— You’re right! I need to inform my boss too!

— Hurry!

The situation changed within a matter of seconds.

Several Acolytes began taking strange-looking communication devices out of their belongings.

Some were small crystals.

Others looked like small metal boxes.

There were even devices that emitted magical symbols into the air.

Then the hall erupted with sounds.

I rubbed my nose, still trying to understand the reason for all the commotion.

I had placed a simple piercing on a piece of black cloth.

That was all.

I hadn’t expected that, within moments, half the hall would seem to be paying attention to my stall.

Beside me, Narkou seemed much more nervous than I was.

He had completely lost his carefree attitude from before.

He lowered his voice and began muttering to himself:

— This is bad...

—this is very bad...

I glanced sideways at him.

Narkou continued, increasingly regretful.

— If I had known beforehand that it really was a Recovery Piercing, I would never have shouted like that with my big fat mouth!

—If Boss Edal finds out about this, he’s definitely going to chew me out...

After finishing his complaints, Narkou quickly took a communication crystal from his own bag.

He held the crystal between his fingers and began transmitting a message to someone.

I frowned.

I still didn’t understand.

Why had that caused such a commotion?

It was just a Recovery Piercing.

It wasn’t as if I were selling some Mage-level treasure.

So I discreetly sharpened my senses and began paying attention to the conversations around me.

That was how I finally found the answer.

One phrase appeared repeatedly among the Acolytes’ whispers.

Level 3 Acolyte-level magical item.

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I paused for a moment.

Ah.

So that was it.

My gaze returned to the small piercing.

I had completely underestimated its value in that place.

While I was still trying to organize my thoughts, the delicate Acolyte who had examined the item finally raised her eyes.

She looked first at Narkou and then at me.

— Forgive me.

—Between the two of you, who is the actual owner of this Recovery Piercing?

Narkou had already put away his communication crystal.

He looked completely dejected.

Without saying a word, he simply pointed his finger at me.

I nodded and rubbed my nose again.

— I am the owner of this item.

The girl’s eyes immediately lit up.

— How much are you selling it for?

—How many magic crystals do you want?

— I’m not selling it.

Her expression froze.

— You’re not selling it?

— No.

She looked at the small black cloth.

Then at the piercing.

— Then why did you put it here?

— Because I don’t intend to sell it.

—I only want to trade it.

— Items of the Wind and Water elements don’t suit me very well. That’s why I planned to exchange it for something more suitable to my needs.

I hadn’t even finished explaining.

Suddenly...

— Make way!

A huge commotion erupted in the crowd.

People began moving aside as several sweat-covered men pushed their way through.

They seemed to have run all the way there.

Within a few seconds, they arrived in front of my stall.

As soon as they met, two different groups stared each other down.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

The man leading one of the groups was burly.

A broad sword was strapped to his back, and extremely well-crafted plate armor covered his body.

He looked at the man who had just arrived and immediately showed a hostile expression.

— Lustron family boy, you again?

His voice was heavy.

— One of my men saw this magical artifact first today.

—Don’t think you can just take it from us!

The man named Lustron didn’t seem intimidated in the slightest.

He wore a blue robe and had a cold and arrogant expression.

— Your man saw it first?

He let out a small scoff.

— Hmph.

—It’s precisely because of stupid and petty thoughts like that that you’re unworthy of my time.

The burly man narrowed his eyes.

Lustron continued:

— Whoever offers the highest price gets the item.

—That’s the rule of this place.

He spread his arms.

— If you’re as powerful as you claim to be, then why don’t you buy everything you find at this stall?

The atmosphere grew heavy.

I remained seated behind my items, observing the two.

It didn’t take long for me to understand the situation.

Both were leaders of established teams.

And both were Level 3 Acolytes.

That explained why neither of them seemed willing to back down.

Magical pressure began spreading.

It wasn’t an attack.

Not yet.

It was merely a display of strength.

But the killing intent emanating from the two of them was frightening.

The surrounding Acolytes began backing away.

Some even lost the courage to breathe normally.

Just releasing a portion of their mana was enough to make the others feel a suffocating pressure.

However, there was a reason they hadn’t started fighting yet.

We were inside the Tower’s internal area.

Starting a real battle here would probably mean facing the Tower’s own defensive mechanisms.

Neither of them seemed willing to pay that price.

Thus, all they could do was continue pressuring each other with their respective magical auras.

Before the situation could get worse, a voice emerged from within the crowd.

— All right, all right!

The people moved aside.

— Why do you two do this every time you meet?

A young man dressed in a black robe made his way through the crowd.

He looked relatively young.

His face wasn’t particularly handsome, but it wasn’t ugly either.

However, his eyes were different.

There was a deep calmness in them.

A coldness that didn’t match his youthful appearance.

It was the kind of expression I would expect from someone who had already gone through countless dangerous situations.

The crowd immediately reacted.

— What a surprise!

—The Boss Edal is here too!

— This is going to be interesting!

— Don’t push me!

—I still want to see what happens!

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