Arthur observed the separated tray carrying the mutated pieces.
Some of his cores had faint black veins, while some carried uneven coloration.
It was pure corruption, but it wasn't clean either.
The clerk paused on one of them and narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Mutation traces."
Arthur nodded. "Some of the monsters weren't normal."
She muttered softly at his reply. "That explains it."
Then she placed the mutated cores aside.
"After processing, these can be refined into higher yield mana vials or cultivation grade potions."
Arthur tilted his head a little.
"So they're better than normal cores?"
"In most cases," she said. "Unstable, but richer. Alchemists like them."
Arthur filed that away.
Mutation did not only mean danger. but was also a means of profit.
The clerk continued.
"Cores go to refining. Bones and dense plates go to smithing. Organic parts are split between alchemy and material crafting."
She glanced at Arthur.
