"What kind of equipment do you need this time, and how much money do you have?" Sven asked.
Not only was he an incredible informer and skilled bartender, but he was also a prestigious merchant with an extensive range. For a reasonable price, he could offer many different options.
"I have 490 Common Rating Souls, 40 Rare Rating, and 10 Epic Rating. All First Chronicle Souls." Said Wain and the souls flew out of his palm the next moment.
More than half a thousand souls floated around him like bright fireflies. Within each soul was hidden power and energy. Souls were priceless, but they were also currency, like gold coins to buy equipment.
Wain waved his hand, and all the souls headed toward Sven. Then the bartender turned them into 89 Void Souls. Compared to the last time, Wain had a lot more money now.
Whoooosh.
The gray souls headed toward Wain as their rightful owner.
"What would you like?"
