Chapter 1109 (1/2)

Chapter 1109: 351. Is it a coincidence?

“What are you looking to sell? Or are you here to buy something? We have excellent preservation wax here that can keep undead materials preserved for a very long time.”

The low-rank acolyte grinned with a servile smirk, his stained sharp teeth showing.

His grey jacket and overalls emitted a faint scent of preservatives.

The basement could only be described as rudimentary.

Whether it was the defense system or the interior renovation, Noland detected the smell of cheapness throughout.

Through the Deconstruction technique, Noland had discovered that the Undead Cult’s underground gathering places were often detected by Division Intelligence Unit Two and the “Pillar of Ley Lines.”

If Military Intelligence Department Personnel discovered them, the situation would be relatively better; the low-rank acolytes could easily escape if they were willing to abandon their subordinates.

But if they were detected by the wizards of the “Pillar of Ley Lines,” it would be troublesome, and the low-rank acolytes would have to use “Emergency Teleportation” to escape.

After several interruptions of their secret transactions by outsiders, the Undead Cult simply gave up on defending their gathering places underground.

Despite the composed smile that this low-rank acolyte was wearing, he was actually extremely nervous, afraid that Noland before him might be a spy for the Earth Vein Wizards.

Noland glanced at the magic orb in the acolyte’s palm and snorted disdainfully,

“What’s that in your hand? A magic orb enchanted with ‘Emergency Teleportation’? And here I thought the Undead Cult was a big fish in this place, turns out you’re just a rat crossing the street. I’m seriously doubting whether I can find a suitable buyer here.”

A few cold gazes shot towards Noland, belonging to the Death Cult Converts standing beside the low-rank acolyte.

These ordinary humans who had yet to complete their transformation into magical organs couldn’t even sense the mana fluctuations on Noland, mistaking him for an arrogant illegal merchant.

At first, the low-rank acolyte was somewhat impatient too.

But when he saw Noland pull a Shadow Orb out of his Magic Pouch, the expression on his face changed.

From a barely contained irritation to surprise and awe, and finally to obsequiousness and flattery.

“Welcome~ Mighty Shadow Gray Wizard.” The low-rank acolyte bowed deeply, revealing his bald head to Noland.

The Death Cult Converts looked at the magic orb in Noland’s hand with confusion, their gazes focusing on the translucent figure within the orb, seemingly greedy yet perplexed.

Although they knew little about magic, the attitude of the low-rank acolyte made it clear that the Shadow Magic Orb in the seller’s hand was extraordinary.

It was inevitable.

The Shadow Dark Soul sealed within that orb was a genuine Eighth Ring combat Shadow Wizard.

Noland could hide his own mana fluctuations, but he had not concealed those of the Shadow Magic Orb.

The unique gloom of Shadow Magic and the desperately restrained madness was unmistakable to the low-rank acolyte.

This was enough to prove Noland’s strength.