Lear took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.
He couldn't have imagined that the intel this time would be so impactful.
The first refresh guarantees intel of 5 Stars and above, and it directly came up with a full 6 Stars!
A golden legend.
He immediately had the most intuitive understanding of the value of the intel.
Unfortunately, from now on, every refresh will be random, and only once every 10 refreshes will guarantee intel of 4 Stars and above.
Refreshing once every 5 days, six times a month, today is July 5th, and it won't be until August 20th that intel of 4 Stars and above is guaranteed.
If it guarantees 6 Stars… it's unimaginable.
That Divine Fragment must be obtained!
Thoughts raced.
The problem now is, he's currently broke and might not be able to afford the goods sold by those Tomb Raiders.
Robbery… is also far-fetched, without even a Seed of Magic condensed, just an ordinary person, how could he rob?
First, use the intel at hand to earn enough resources before targeting the 6-Star intel.
Having made a decision, his gaze quickly locked onto the third piece of intel, which was the fastest and easiest to obtain and verify for its reliability and authenticity.
He wasted no time, immediately stood up, walked to a corner, moved aside a tightly fitted brick, and retrieved 3 Silver Coins from inside.
This was the last savings of his original self in this world.
One Copper Coin could buy a fist-sized black bread that could be used as a weapon.
100 Copper Coins could be exchanged for 1 Silver Coin.
These 3 Silver Coins could provide him with three to four months of rations—just enough to maintain life at the minimum.
Getting rich depended on these 3 big coins!
Standing up and closing the door, he left home and headed straight for the market in the Ninth District.
Though it's a slum, over ten thousand people need to live, and where there's life, there will be trade.
After a 20-minute walk through winding alleys, a bustling market appeared in view.
Stalls crammed densely on both sides.
Selling all kinds of food and daily necessities.
The visitors mostly wore coarse cloth, each with more patches than the last.
Pale and haggard faces, lacking much color.
Bargaining was frantic when buying goods.
Saving even one Copper Coin could make them smile for a long time.
The original self often came to the market for food, so this area was quite familiar.
Quickly passing through this peddlers' distribution zone, he entered the main market.
The crowd here was slightly less, and the patches on the clothes were noticeably fewer, occasionally spotting a few decently dressed commoners.
Counting silently, he quickly found his target.
A larger shop selling various unique fruits of this world inside.
A large array of seedlings was displayed outside, with more than a dozen types.
A thin-faced, lame, middle-aged man with a high-and-low gait was tending to them.
Lear was about to speak when he sharply noticed a barely visible inverted triangle tattoo under the rolled-up sleeve of the lame man.
That was the exclusive mark of the notorious gang in the Ninth District—the Pure Blood Brotherhood.
Human trafficking, operating casinos, smuggling, robbery… there was almost nothing the Pure Blood Brotherhood didn't dabble in.
Many storefronts on the surface were tentacles these underground forces used to scout targets.
Young and beautiful girls, wealthy customers, would all be recorded on a list.
The target of this trip must not be exposed.
He took a deep breath, calming his heart.
Scanning the area, he saw the target of this trip—the Magma Fruit Tree Seedlings.
The seedlings were covered in foul-smelling mud, with only a few fiery red leaves showing.
Judging by the leaves alone, the Red Leaf Tree and Magma Fruit looked indistinguishable from each other.
The lame man, hearing footsteps, immediately turned to look.
Lear's shabby clothes made the other frown.
"What do you need, sir? I have fresh fruits and various fruit tree seedlings here..."
Lear spoke softly.
"Sir, I need to buy Green Fruit Tree Seedlings, Long-leaf Tree Seedlings, and Red Leaf Tree Seedlings..."
Buying just common seedlings, the lame man couldn't be bothered to say more, pointing to a pile of mud-covered seedlings.
"They're all over here, just received this morning, 20 for 1 Silver Coin, pick what you want yourself..."
The price of five Copper Coins per seedling was quite moderate in the market.
Lear, seeing the other couldn't care less about him, felt reassured and didn't hesitate, carefully picking among the seedlings.
Starting with the Green Fruit Tree Seedlings and Long-leaf Tree Seedlings, he finally picked his target—the Magma Fruit. Unfortunately, there were only 12 seedlings of this 2-Star Magic Plants, so he couldn't buy more.
In the end, he spent two Silver Coins and bought 40 seedlings.
Then, like the surrounding crowd, he logically started to haggle; the lame man's face softened somewhat in the face of the Silver Coins.
But hearing Lear intending to take 40 seedlings for 1 Silver Coin made his mouth twitch uncontrollably.
After a long bargaining session, the lame man grudgingly added 5 more seedlings and shooed Lear away.
Watching Lear leave contentedly, he couldn't help but spit.
Kids from the slums, they haven't seen the world; such trivial things and they still haggle?
However, the two Silver Coins made his mood a lot better, blissfully pondering which floozy to visit tonight…
Lear carried the seedlings and, with a few quick turns, inconspicuously bypassed several labyrinthine alleys and exited the Ninth District.
The seedlings, half as long as his arm, numbered 45 and along with the mud, weren't heavy.
This thing was really worthless, and covered in foul-smelling mud, the pedestrians passing by didn't bother to give it a second glance.
Lear looked around.
Spired buildings lined the street, extending outward; these houses ranged from three to seven stories high, interlinked and irregular.
The exteriors mostly decorated with colorful stained glass, exquisite and magnificent; every now and then, windows opened showing head-peeking ladies or children leaning out.
Stone reliefs covered the outer walls, either extolling the mercy of the Divine Spirit, praising the Hero, or broadcasting the glorious history of Lorand City, these exquisite works of art mesmerizing the soul.
Such dazzling scenes starkly contrasted with the dirty, stinking Ninth District behind.
Making Lear feel the strong contrast and irony.
Life is a splendid robe adorned with lice...
Without any mind to appreciate the grandeur of the city, he silently hired a carriage and took the seedlings towards the city's center.
As the sun gradually sank into the earth, Lear stood before an exquisite and luxurious manor.
The fountain in the center of the main gate spewed mist, and a rainbow danced in mid-air.
The wall towering over 10 meters was almost as Solid as the walls of many small towns.
Every few meters along the wall, stood a delicate little Angel statue, either gazing up at the sky, grinning broadly, or scratching their heads in thought.
Rose flowers climbed all over, bright blooms flourishing among branches and leaves, captivating amidst the faint water mist.
Dew glistened on the petals, bees buzzing in and out.
One glance was enough to convey the exceptional nature of this manor.
Lear drew a deep breath and, under the stern stares of a squadron of guards, boldly approached.
"Halt!"
"This is Rose Manor!"
Lear raised the seedlings in his hand.
"I have found the Magic Plants that Her Highness Firina has a bounty for—Blue Crystal Grass!"