Martin went straight to a shop that mainly dealt in materials.
There, he successfully sold the materials he had on hand, and the proceeds were almost the same as he had previously estimated, a total of one hundred and nine hundred.
After completing the transaction, Martin stood at the door, looked at the sky, and felt that there was still a long time.
After thinking about it, he turned and walked towards the pawn shop, thinking that maybe he could find traces of the core sales in the pawn shop.
Martin took Betan and the others to look for the nearest pawnshop, and soon they found that the pawnshop was not big.
The heavy wooden door was half-open, and a slightly old plaque with three large characters "Ruifeng Pawnshop" was hung on the lintel.
Betan gently pushed open the wooden door, and a smell mixed with the fragrance of sandalwood and stale air hit him in the face.
The light in the store was a little dim, with several old calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Behind the counter, an old man wearing reading glasses was concentrating on wiping a piece of jade.
Hearing the sound, the old man slowly raised his head and looked at Martin through the top of his reading glasses.
He asked calmly, "Sir, do you want to pawn something or exchange it for something?"
Martin smiled politely and said, "Boss, I'd like to ask if you have any cores for sale? Preferably stellar grade."
The old man was slightly startled, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Sir, this star-level core is not an ordinary object. What do you want it for?"
Martin thought to himself, knowing that he couldn't easily reveal his intentions, so he made up an excuse: "Boss, I have a friend who is engaged in scientific research."
"I'm currently working on an important research project and urgently need a stellar core. I've heard you're knowledgeable and might have a channel."
The old man nodded slightly after hearing this, and the vigilance on his face eased a little. "Sir, to be honest, I do receive a few of these star-level cores from time to time, but they are not cheap."
"And I haven't received any recently. But if you really want it, I can keep an eye out for you."
Martin then said, "Boss, do you have a planetary core?"
The old man shook his head helplessly, his expression showing a bit of regret: "I don't know why, but recently, all kinds of cores have been bought up in large quantities."
"Not to mention my small pawnshop, the situation is similar across the entire trading market and other shops. If you really want the core, I'm afraid you can only try your luck at the auction."
"That place has regular periodic auctions, and each auction will have a certain amount of core inventory."
After saying goodbye to the shopkeeper, Martin went on to visit several other pawnshops.
Sure enough, the situation was exactly as the shopkeeper had described it.
In recent days, it seems as if an invisible big hand has swept away all the core products on the market and put them all into its pocket.
Not only that, the price of the core has been inflated to a much higher level, far beyond the normal range.
Martin was full of helplessness. He had originally planned to proceed step by step and acquire the core bit by bit, but now it seems that this is no longer possible.
At the moment, it seems that we can only look forward to that big auction.
He walked, lost in thought.
Recalling the various strange behaviors in private rooms 2 and 3 at the auction house.
Based on various clues and speculation, Martin believes that the mastermind behind this large-scale acquisition is most likely the Ross family.
The Ross family is powerful and wealthy in this star realm, and their style of doing things is always high-profile and tough.
Given their strength and style, it is not surprising that they have monopolized the core market.
However, Martin vaguely felt that there might be other reasons behind this matter.
Just as they were on their way back to the hotel, they were suddenly stopped.
"Gentlemen, the third young master of the Ross family wants to see you. He said he has something important to discuss."
A waiter in exquisite uniform stood in front of them respectfully, his tone polite and appropriate.
Martin suddenly became alert and almost instantly concluded that the Ross family must have come for the core matter.
After all, the Ross family lacks a core member, and I am in urgent need of it as well. It would be a waste of time to go there, and there would be no good results.
Thinking of this, Martin said nothing and directly took Betan and the others, pushed the waiter away and continued on their way.
The waiter who was pushed away did not say anything to stop them, nor did he show any anger. He just stood there quietly, watching their backs getting farther and farther away.
They had not walked far when they were stopped again.
Martin looked up and found that it was the man who was in private room number two.
Martin's expression was stern, and he asked bluntly, "What can I do for you?"
The man was slightly startled, then said, "Handsome, those cores should be returned to their original owners, right? If you try to keep them for yourself, you'll probably choke to death."
Martin just shrugged indifferently and didn't answer.
At this time, Betan walked straight forward and pushed the man away without any hesitation.
The man was enraged and wanted to fight back, but as soon as he made a move, he was suppressed by the powerful aura that suddenly emanated from Betan. He seemed to be frozen in place and unable to move.
The guards behind the man were also suppressed by Betan's momentum and unable to move.
Martin walked past the man calmly without even glancing at him.
Only after Martin and his group left were the restraints on the man and the guards released.
The man's face flushed red, his eyes wide open, and he glared at the direction Martin and the others left with gritted teeth, cursing viciously, "Just wait! In this trading star realm, no creature has ever dared to treat me like this!"
After saying that, he suddenly turned around, raised his hand and slapped the guard next to him hard.
Then he turned and left angrily, with uncontrollable anger in every step, and it was obvious that he was "very angry" at the moment.
By now Martin and his crew had returned to the inn, but it was clear their troubles were far from over.
In a magnificent palace filled with a strong sense of technology, the head of the Ross family was sitting on a luxurious chair, quietly listening to the report from his third son.
"Father, those cores are now in the hands of a group of guys who call themselves Void Travelers."
"Judging from the strength they have demonstrated so far, there are two star-level dragon knights among them. They should not be underestimated."
"I had previously sent people to invite them, but to no avail. Later I learned that even Macha had gone to negotiate, but had returned empty-handed and received nothing."
The head of the family, Roosevelt, looked at his third son with sharp eyes.
He said with a hint of reproach, "The intelligence I have shows that they have three star-level dragon knights and one star-cluster-level dragon knight in their team."
"Why did you rashly send someone here without even investigating the situation?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
