"To collect all things under heaven and store them away?" Mike repeated, intrigued.
The statement sounded odd at first, but upon reflection, it had a certain grandeur. He looked at Foreskin, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "So, besides conducting business, the Mystic Market also has its own warehouse?"
While transaction fees at the Mystic Market were practically nonexistent, there were still considerable profits from the auction house, information trading, and cross-species purchases.
Even the simplest business transaction yielded some profit. The Mystic Market's income was staggering. It was this staggering income that supported Apollo's grand ambition.
"So, you're really just letting all those goods gather dust in a warehouse?" Mike asked.
"Of course not," Foreskin corrected. "They're hanging up, gathering dust."
