Chapter 110: Getting to the Bottom of It

The moment Lu Kuan laid eyes on the item, he immediately purchased it, even though the price was an exorbitant 300 gold coins. Mongo was taken aback, surprised by Lu Kuan’s generosity. But what astonished her even more was what followed: within seconds, every single item on the merchandise list was snapped up by the human ranger across from her.

These goods were worth thousands of gold coins! And this guy just cleared it all out without hesitation with a mere wave of his hand?

Looking at Lu Kuan, Mongo’s large eyes began to gleam with a peculiar light.

At that moment, Lu Kuan felt immensely grateful. Fortunately, he had been decisive enough not to abandon rescuing Mongo despite the danger. This trip had truly been worthwhile.

“Are there any more items?” Lu Kuan glanced at his backpack, noting some remaining space, and quickly asked.

Mongo shrugged, “I do have a few hidden stash spots, but you’d have to come to Stormwind Harbor to see them.”

Lu Kuan felt a tinge of disappointment; there was no way he could go to Stormwind Harbor right now.

It was a pity. Traveling merchants like Mongo had no fixed abode, and who knew when he would chance upon her again.

“Then we’ll just have to meet again someday by fate,” Lu Kuan said with a smile, clearly satisfied with this venture. “What are your plans next?”

Perhaps because Lu Kuan had become her major patron, Mongo’s tone softened, and she shrugged, “Who knows? But for the time being, I’ll probably lay low, keep my distance from Tang Jie for a while.”

At the mention of this, Mongo immediately glanced at Lu Kuan with caution. “You’re not thinking of going back on your word, are you? You promised to let me go!”

“Haha, what are you saying? When have I ever caught you?” Lu Kuan chuckled, extending his hand and bowing slightly to Mongo. “If there’s a chance in the future, feel free to visit Clearwater Village. I hear Lord Tao has a good impression of you.”

Mongo hesitated for a moment, then clasped Lu Kuan’s hand lightly. “Maybe.”

After a brief pause, Lu Kuan stood at the gate of the small courtyard, watching Mongo’s figure disappear around a distant alley corner. Only then did the belated system notification pop up in his vision.

“Mongo’s favorability towards you has increased by 1000. Current favorability level: Friendly.”

Lu Kuan couldn’t help but laugh: this little one was truly wary, only believing he had freed her once she was completely unrestrained.

...

Ten minutes later.

Lu Kuan arrived alone at the inn room, while Mongo had likely already slipped away to hide in some unknown corner.

She was accustomed to a life in the shadows. Though Lu Kuan wished to build a good relationship with this future infamous thief, he understood some things could not be forced; fate would decide.

Shaking off these thoughts, Lu Kuan focused on the fully packed goods in his backpack.

Most of them were practical and not available in regular NPC shops.

For instance, high-quality ores. Players learning blacksmithing who wanted to forge advanced armor had to mine them personally or buy them at the auction house at exorbitant prices—often more than double what Mongo charged.

Excluding the invisibility cloak, Lu Kuan had spent less than 3,000 gold coins on these items. After setting aside some rare precious materials, he could easily make a profit of at least 1,000 gold by reselling the rest.

Once he organized the miscellany, Lu Kuan took out the cloak.

Its shape was peculiar. Folded, it appeared light gray; but when unfurled, it turned deep black, revealing faint magical patterns on its surface. It felt weightless in his hand, as if it bore no weight.

“Among the special items Mongo sells, this invisibility cloak should be in the top three,” Lu Kuan murmured with a smile, gazing at the elven cloak in his hand.

At first glance, this finely crafted item looked almost blank—except for a rudimentary stealth skill, it had no attributes and seemed like a complete ripoff at 300 gold.

But Lu Kuan knew there was more to it.

The cloak’s true effect went far beyond its description—it not only concealed one’s silhouette but also partially masked the wearer’s scent, body heat, and sound.

This item was a replica of a famed artifact from the Dark Elf race in the game: the “Shroud of High Priestess Linabusso.” According to the lore, a Dark Elf hero used this very equipment to assassinate a great demon attempting to invade the continent of the gods.

The artifact’s special ability was to project the wearer into another dimension, effectively granting permanent invisibility, concealing all elements connected to this world, including magical energy.

Even legendary NPCs found it difficult to detect the cloak’s wearer.

Lu Kuan’s was a low-grade copy, with countless discounts on the effect, but it was more than enough for him at this stage.

“Looks like I’ll have to revise my plans again...” Lu Kuan lifted his gaze, staring through the window toward the far east of Molten Fortress.

...

The nightlife in the game had grown increasingly vibrant. Players gradually discovered that the nighttime Molten Fortress was as rich in exploration as the real world.

Take the black market hidden in shadowy corners; it was becoming more widely known. Players often shared their rare finds online, fueling enthusiasm to scour the area for treasures.

Black Fox had been in good spirits these days. The previous night, he had met a mysterious client who paid dozens of silver coins upfront; before darkness had fully fallen today, he had already closed two deals.

As usual, Black Fox stood in his usual spot, tinkering with the small items in his bag, pondering whether to try his luck at the casino tomorrow.

“Mr. Black Fox.”

Upon hearing his name, Black Fox reflexively bowed low, adopting a humble posture. Turning around, he saw the familiar human ranger and couldn’t help but beam with delight.

“So it’s you, esteemed sir,” Black Fox greeted respectfully, smiling broadly.

Lu Kuan nodded, pulling a gold coin from his backpack and tossing it to him with a smile. “This is the promised payment.”

Black Fox instinctively caught the coin, stunned. He examined it closely, then bit down hard on it.

The weight, the craftsmanship, the engraving—all genuine gold coins straight from the treasury of the Molten Fortress city lord’s mansion!

A bigger smile spread across Black Fox’s face. Pocketing the coin, he rubbed his palms together and said humbly, “Thank you for your generosity, sir. How may I be of service?”