When faced with John's rather generous offer, Fang Senyan was about to agree, but suddenly paused, taking out the strip of H’zul Blood Seal skin. “I’m only selling two pieces,” he said, followed by the mobile access reminder. He then noticed that John was paying him in the currency of that world, and quickly added, “I don’t need this currency. Change it for me into that… yes, what you call Galleons.”

John froze for a moment, then gave a dry laugh, “Oh, my brother, if that’s the case, this won’t be the price.”

Fang Senyan sighed, carelessly pocketing the three pieces of hide: “If that’s so, I don’t mind asking if anyone else is interested in this.”

This move immediately put John completely on the defensive. Finally, after a tug-of-war, Fang Senyan kept the single piece of black Centaur hide marked with the H’zul Blood Seal.

The remaining two pieces sold for four hundred and fifty Galleons, which, when converted, meant Fang Senyan pocketed 1800 Universal Points (Fifty Galleons = 200 Universal Points).

However, John remained fixated on that black Centaur hide marked with the H’zul Blood Seal, repeatedly urging Fang Senyan to call him if he ever changed his mind.

Fang Senyan still possessed several other valuable items taken from the dead Centaurs, such as fresh Centaur hind legs and hearts—things that might very well be quest items. He had initially planned to hawk them around this very trading hall, but quickly dismissed the idea.

This was not the Nightmare Space; the circle of Contractors here was much wider. If someone discovered he was selling off so many items at once, it would easily arouse suspicion about his true strength. What if word reached the Metal Mentor? That would be losing the big picture for the small gain; he might even lose his life here. With this thought, Fang Senyan put away his other ideas. After inquiring with John and confirming he had no interest in the rest of the items, he left directly.

But as he stepped out the door and returned to the ground level, he was stopped by the stooped old woman: “Young man, let me see your goods again.”

Fang Senyan knew this old woman was incredibly stingy and initially didn't want to deal with her. However, considering his considerable +2 Charisma, he sighed and showed her everything he carried. The old woman pondered for a moment, then pointed toward her own stall. A long list immediately appeared before Fang Senyan’s eyes: …………

With this thought, Fang Senyan put away his other ideas. After inquiring with John and confirming he had no interest in the rest of the items, he left directly.

But as he stepped out the door and returned to the ground level, he was stopped by the stooped old woman: “Young man, let me see your goods again.”

Fang Senyan knew this old woman was incredibly stingy and initially didn't want to deal with her. However, considering his considerable +2 Charisma, he sighed and showed her everything he carried. The old woman pondered for a moment, then pointed toward her own stall. A long list immediately appeared before Fang Senyan’s eyes: …………

Fang Senyan was so astonished he almost cried out: “Veritaserum! You actually have Veritaserum here, and Magic Apples too?” Both of these potions had appeared in the plot; they were extremely high-level potions, likely only conjured with a higher success rate by geniuses in potion-making like Professor Snape, their value being indescribably high.

For instance, if the Metal Mentor were to secretly administer a few drops of Veritaserum to Fang Senyan… But this was actually appearing here? As Fang Senyan’s thoughts raced, he looked further down, only to find the potion recipes for sale were just a few low-grade ones, like remedies for Scabies Potion, and so on. Beneath the names of the potions earlier, he saw almost entirely small text reading “Unidentified” or “Expired.” He immediately rolled his eyes: “Hey, haven’t you earned enough virtues for your descendants by scamming people at your age? Shouldn’t you be accumulating some good karma?” The old woman, exposed, showed no change in expression and pulled out another item.

“Fanged Frisbee (Enchanted Item): A green frisbee that flies around wildly and bites anything it encounters after being thrown, lasting for thirty seconds. It cannot be destroyed during this duration. After use, the magic attached dissipates, reverting it to a normal plastic frisbee.”

Fang Senyan considered for a moment: “What do you want in exchange for this?” “……Hello, Auntie, goodbye.”

“Wait…” In the end, Fang Senyan traded the fresh Centaur hind leg and the Centaur heart for the frisbee. The moment he secured the trade, he knew he had been duped by the old woman again, because although the frisbee bit everything, its damage was only 1 point… However, Fang Senyan knew he had lost a significant amount in this transaction. But firstly, the situation didn't allow him to slowly sell these three items; secondly, time was precious; and most importantly, if the Metal Mentor and his group were indeed targeting the Sorcerer, this frisbee might actually prove useful! Fang Senyan had already wasted considerable time here. Checking the freshness of the Centaur liver, he saw only 53 minutes remaining. He strode toward the goblin Griphook Infinite at Gringotts.

Of course, he couldn't avoid being extorted for a small tip by the two guards at the door again.

As he walked through the second doorway, that indescribable, strange feeling reappeared! It was as if something in this place was calling out to him, but the feeling quickly vanished.

Fang Senyan steadied himself and walked back to Griphook. The fellow was sitting behind his desk, intently reading a newspaper. Upon seeing Fang Senyan, he impatiently said, “Hey, didn't anyone tell you to knock before entering?” Fang Senyan looked around but couldn't find a door. Griphook was already starting to grumble incessantly: “Sir, you must understand that a creditor has many rights, especially when one has kindly lent out his house-elf only to have it overused, undoubtedly reducing poor Reggie’s lifespan by several years, forcing me to pay extra gold to hire another house-elf…” “Shut up.”

Fang Senyan felt a headache coming on from such incessant rambling.

“WHAT? What did you say?” Griphook’s pointed ears shot up, his face turning red with anger. His right hand even began gripping the shiny whistle; one blow would summon the guards to beat Fang Senyan soundly and toss him outside… “I said shut up!” Fang Senyan roared. Accompanying his shout were thirty Galleon banknotes thrown across the room. To maximize the visual effect, Fang Senyan had deliberately exchanged three ten-Galleon notes for thirty one-Galleon notes, causing banknotes to flutter throughout the office in a spectacular display.

“Twenty Galleons is the rental fee, and the remaining ten are a tip for Reggie.”

“Oh! My dear friend, please sit down, calm your anger. I will close this damned mouth immediately. However, before that, I must solemnly inform you of one thing: Reggie is my servant. A tip will only breed laziness in him, so you should just give the tip directly to me. I will consider adding half a delicious imported sausage to his dinner! His price is very fair, offering excellent value, and I also suggest you try some of this seven-grain sausage!” Fang Senyan sat down somewhat speechlessly under Griphook Infinite’s eager pulling, then took out the quest item: “Mr. Griphook Infinite, I have brought you two portions of the freshest Centaur liver! For the sake of your lovely skin tone, so that young ladies don't lose their infatuation, please take the potion immediately.”

Goblin Griphook Infinite immediately brightened up, taking the quest item while saying, “My friend, I completely agree with your viewpoint.”

After taking the Centaur liver, he placed it bloodily on a platter, then took out a knife and fork. Fang Senyan was stunned, blank, his mind trying to reconcile how a goblin could be as savage as a vampire. Unexpectedly, Griphook produced a brass handbell and shook it. The ceiling flipped upward, and a large mass of black shadow, like a dark cloud, descended—it was a fierce, large vulture with black feathers and a white crown! The vulture’s talons gripped the light fixture above Griphook’s head, which was clearly specially designed to remain perfectly steady.

The respected Mr. Goblin slowly cut the bloody liver into small strips and fed them to the bird. After it finished eating, Griphook looked at the vulture like a child, full of anticipation, then placed the plate near his [text cut off/implied] body, eagerly awaiting the moment the bird [text cut off/implied] tightened then loosened… Fang Senyan instantly felt a headache coming on. It seemed the secret family recipe involved fresh bird droppings for beauty—oh, no, fresh droppings from a vulture that had eaten Centaur liver could make the skin greener.

He just hoped this special skincare product was for external application and not for drinking… Three minutes later, Griphook Infinite, his face mottled green, said enthusiastically, “My friend, thank you for your great help. Why are you standing so far away?” “…I’m a little warm; I’m standing here catching a breeze.”

“Then I think you need a cup of water.” “Damn it, isn’t this the disposable paper cup used yesterday?” “My friend, please don’t be surprised. Gringotts is responding to the directive from higher-ups regarding saving water and every single penny. So this cup is washed once a month…” “Don’t come closer! Dear Mr. Griphook Infinite, alright, I’ll listen to you. Gold above, no goblin should ever be too far from its vault.”

“Oh! You are absolutely correct. Fine, I’ll put the water here… Oh, you’re not thirsty? Then I’ll drink it. The price of a ton of water went up by another two pence recently.”