Just from quest rewards alone, the Hammer of Lightning had made a small fortune—over **6,000 gold** in total.
Truthfully, aside from the Violet Unity Flowers and the earth-attribute crystals, everything else had been looted from the Silver Serpent.
That mercenary group had been strong, taking on quests far beyond the Thunder Class's level—hence the generous payouts.
Eric's grin stretched ear to ear. He'd never seen so much shiny gold in his life. The 6,000 gold was split four ways: Thunder took one share, Sisi and Eric each got one, and the last went to Maria.
Maria refused at first, but Thunder shoved the coins into her hands. **"We're family. Fortune shared is fortune doubled. If you don't take it, neither will we."**
Seeing Sisi and Eric nod vigorously, Maria sighed and accepted. **"Fine. I'll hold onto it as your emergency fund. If you ever need it, just ask."**
Eric scratched his head and pushed his share back. **"Bro Thunder, I don't need this. That breastplate mirror's already priceless. Taking gold on top feels greedy."**
Thunder smirked, patting Eric's shoulder. **"Kid's growing up. Learning manners."**
**"Stop being modest,"** Sisi scoffed, stepping onto a stool like a conquering general. **"If this little money excites you, how will you handle real riches?"** She struck a pose—one hand on her hip, the other pointing dramatically. **"We're the best! Our goal isn't pocket change—it's to clear every guild quest, fry every monster in the Breton Forest to a crisp, then march into the Lama Steppes and wipe them out too! We'll bankrupt the Adventurers' Guild with our rewards! Our legend will span all of Atlans!"**
Her eyes gleamed with manic energy. **"When we appear, crowds will chant our names! The Hammer of Lightning will echo through history! We—will—be—the—Kings—of—Mercenaries!"**
Sisi's face glowed with divine inspiration, cackling like she already stood atop the world, peerless and untouchable.
Eric swallowed hard, heart pounding with热血 (hot blood).
Thunder and Maria exchanged amused glances.
*Ah, youth. So dramatic.*
Leaving the siblings to their grand delusions, Thunder slipped into his room.
**The real treasure was still untouched.**
In this world, a knight's full gear—if high quality—could trade for a small estate. Land was cheap, but **combat prowess** was priceless.
Thunder needed to offload the Silver Serpent's gear. The profits would dwarf their quest earnings.
**Problem:** He didn't know where to sell. You couldn't just hawk weapons and armor on the street.
So Thunder planned to visit a certain someone—but first, he needed to craft more scrolls.
Blood wasn't an issue now. Between his own collection and the Silver Serpent's loot, he had plenty. (He ignored the guild's blood-collection quests—too suspicious.)
He inscribed fifteen scrolls—**Tier 3-4 earth and lightning spells**—using monster blood this time, making them far stronger than before.
Armed with the scrolls, Thunder headed to **Faelir's Magic Shop**.
The moment he entered, the owner, **George**, spotted him.
A shrewd man, George had been impressed by Thunder's last batch of scrolls. He knew this young man had unique skills, so instead of loud greetings, he quietly ushered Thunder into the back room.
**"You've finally returned,"** George said, serving tea. **"Those scrolls sold out fast. Customers have been hounding me for more."**
A few hundred gold wasn't huge business, but George knew: **Small deals lead to big ones.** He had a nose for profit.
**"That's just the start."** Thunder pulled out the new scrolls. **"Take a look."**
George inspected them, eyebrows rising. The mana波动 (fluctuations) and tier were visibly stronger.
**"How do you want to sell these?"**
**"Same price as last time."**
George frowned, then chuckled. **"A merchant's duty is to profit, but young man—these are Tier 3-4. Two grades higher. Selling at the old price is a loss."**
**"I know."** Thunder met his gaze steadily.
After a silent standoff, George sighed. **"Fine. No merchant refuses easy gold. What do you need?"**
**"I have… other goods to move."** Thunder's smile turned razor-sharp. **"And I need a discreet buyer."**
**Who's willing to deal in bloodstained silver—and what's the real price of secrecy?**