Chapter 1093 Time for a grand heist
With the newly acquired medallion securely hanging from his neck, Michael navigated the bustling streets of Durran. Vedora remained asleep in his room as he blended into the festival crowd.
"This harvest festival seems like a big deal," Michael remarked, his gaze wandering over the vibrant celebrations.
"Yeah. Every year, the orcs invite people from all kingdoms and worshippers of all gods to celebrate their harvest. Say what you want, the food they serve in the festival is damn delicious," Pink chimed in through the earpiece.
The mention of delicious food brought thoughts of his wife, Gaya, to Michael's mind. She was quite the food enthusiast.
"I wonder what she's doing," Michael mused to himself as he weaved through the festivities.
"Now that you have the medallion, what's our next move?" Pink inquired.
"I need to gather some alchemy ingredients to start cultivating in this world," Michael explained.
"Then you should head to Eden's Garden. It's right next to the Celestial Palace," Pink suggested.
"Right, I'll remember that," Michael mentally noted.
"I also need to sell everything I stole from Rideon Funds. I assume selling them in the Celestial Palace is out of the question," Michael asked Pink. nOve.lB/In
"Okay, I've heard rumors about some black market operations in Durran, but I don't know their locations or how to contact them. I doubt Gilrut does either," Pink admitted.
"Officer Barug might be able to help," Michael pondered. Given Barug's position as a law enforcement officer in Durran, he would likely have knowledge of the black market in the kingdom. Obtaining information from him could facilitate the sale of the stolen Rideon Funds valuables for gold coins.
After all, Michael had no personal use for items such as rubies, diamonds, or artifacts. Although artifacts infused with celestial energy could be absorbed, the artifacts in Rideon Funds were merely decorative, favored by the wealthy for their aesthetic appeal.
"Aren't you excited about us being together again?" Pink asked, seeking Michael's thoughts on their reunion.
"I am," Michael affirmed, his smile evident in his voice.
"However, we both know the rules of this world are different. If we mess up on Earth, we'll end up in jail. But if we mess up here, we'll be killed or worse," Michael cautioned Pink, tempering her enthusiasm.
"I know, I know. But still, killing gods has a nice ring to it. I just miss being paid, though," Pink lamented, a tinge of disappointment audible in her voice.
"I'm working on that," Michael assured her, raising Pink's curiosity.
"I assume you're not going to tell me," Pink guessed, accustomed to Ghost's penchant for secrecy.
"Yep," Michael replied simply.
Amidst the lively celebration of the orc harvest festival, with stalls offering delectable treats and vibrant performances taking place on the streets, Michael skillfully navigated through the cheerful crowd. The revelry was infectious, and the rich scents of exotic foods filled the air.
As he continued his journey, he soon arrived at an awe-inspiring sight. A colossal white marble building, the Celestial Palace, rose before him, its grandeur and opulence drawing the gaze of all who passed by. Its majestic architecture, adorned with intricate carvings of gods and celestial beings, towered over the surrounding structures, exuding an air of divine authority.
Beside the Celestial Palace stood another imposing building, one shaped like a giant leaf, Eden's Garden. The structure appeared to be an architectural wonder, a testament to the orc's craftsmanship and their reverence for the natural world.
With determination in his step, Michael approached the entrance of the Celestial Palace. The massive doors, ornately decorated with symbols of gods and celestial energies, swung open to welcome him. As he entered the palace's interior, he was greeted by an air of solemnity and reverence. Orcs and devotees of various gods moved about with hushed voices, their eyes cast downward in respect.
Making his way to the central hall, Michael inquired about the purchase of celestial crystals. He was directed to a counter where an elderly orc, adorned in robes of deep blue, awaited. The orc regarded him with wise eyes, recognizing the seriousness in Michael's request.
"Welcome to the Celestial Palace. How may I assist you today?" the elderly orc inquired, his voice carrying an air of dignity.
"I'm in need of celestial crystals," Michael replied, keeping his tone respectful.
The orc nodded, understanding the significance of the request. "Celestial crystals are indeed precious. May I know your purpose for requiring them?"
"It's a secret, but I am researching new types of runes. So these new runes of mine require a substantial amount of energy," Michael replied. Pink had mentioned that the orcs held scholars in high regard, particularly those driven by a thirst for knowledge and a desire to create new things.
As Pink had predicted, the old orc's eyes lit up with interest upon hearing Michael's explanation. It was not uncommon for scholars and runemasters to embark on endeavors involving novel runes. Thus, the orc didn't press Michael further on the matter.
"I understand, my lord. Please, take a seat," the orc gestured for Michael to sit at the counter. He retrieved an emerald box, opening it to reveal several glowing crystals.
"We have mid and high-grade Celestial crystals, directly from the Morina mine. As we all know, crystals from Morina mines are the purest and contain the most energy," the orc explained as he placed the crystals on the table.
"Depending on your runes, you can choose either these mid-grade crystals," the orc pointed to the deep-sea blue crystals, "or high-grade crystals," he added, indicating the dark purple ones.
"What is the price difference between the mid-grade and high-grade crystals?" Michael inquired.
"Well, the mid-grade crystals are priced at one hundred thousand gold coins each, while the high-grade ones are three hundred thousand," the orc answered. Michael was taken aback by the cost but maintained his composure.
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