Chapter 447 - Continued (2/2)

After the vault door was a stone hallway. There was dust everywhere and it looked pretty old. It should have been here for a long time.

Hao Xuan's brows furrowed.

He thought the roaches had dug into this place randomly but that did not seem to be the case. It looked like they knew this structure was here and was their target all along. From an initial examination, it seemed to be thousands of years old.

Hao Xuan moved along the hallway while looking around. There were missing tiles every few steps but that seemed to have happened a long time ago. There were scratch marks and what seemed to be dried blood in a few places as well, like a fight had taken place.

The hallway twisted and turned several times before finally opening up into a giant circular room.

”Ah, welcome welcome!” before Hao Xuan could even enter, he heard a raspy voice from the other side. But after taking a single step inside he saw the person that was talking.

There was only one individual in this more than 50-meter wide room. He was standing on the right side next to big piles of 'something'. The piles were covered by some type of cloth-like material that occasionally moved on its own so Hao Xuan wasn't able to see what was under it.

Hao Xuan looked over to the man that was looking in his direction. He had just spoken in the beast world's most common language.

This was the trader Hao Xuan had come to meet.

He was about 1.6 meters tall with a hood covering the top half of his body completely. Even his face wasn't visible under it no matter how hard Hao Xuan tried to see. His figure was slightly hunched and he looked like an old man from afar with the drooping shoulders.

”Welcome dear customer!” the trader raised his hands like he was welcoming back a hero.

But instead of replying in a cordial manner, Hao Xuan chose to go in a different direction. From what Poriverse had known about these guys, showing things like gentleness and friendliness would make them look down on you. They as a species respected the cold-natured individuals so being nice to them would not go well.

”Which house are you from?” Hao Xuan asked emotionlessly. His tone neither amiable nor aggressive.

The trader faltered.

”Dear customer, why don't you have a seat first?” he tried to play it off.

Hao Xuan's brows visibly knit together in displeasure. He opened his mouth and out came a strange language that sounded like Latin but with a lot of clicks.

This was the language used by the upper echelon of the Cadivus society. If one did not belong to a house, they would not even be able to understand it and only the ones from the main bloodlines were allowed to speak the language.

”Which house do you belong to?” he asked.

The trader's body shook like a bolt of electricity had just gone past him.