Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"Wait wait wait, you gotta be kidding me! Bro! Legendary?!"

Mael's eyes were almost popping out of their socket.

Raith was surprised but he had expected that much from a man that he died uncountable times to defeat. Although Mael mistook the indifferent look on his face as not having any idea of how important a legendary grade is.

"Bro! My head! I keep forgetting you don't know a lot of things, since you won't even go and register and have yourself evaluated in the Hero association."

"That's –

"Bro... don't you know the grading of weapons? You know the one for skills like; Generic - Sterling - Peculiar - Exceptional - Prodigious - Legendary and Divine, we have for items and equipments: Common - Rare - Unique - Legendary - Relic - Mythic. The legendary grade is millions of money bro, millions. Wait...

'...I didn't need the explanation though."

He paused.

"...if the others can not be measured by this Gradiometer, could it be that they are relic grade...?"

"I like the fact that you are getting happy on my behalf but I'd like to sell this thing as soon as possible."

Raith said, interrupting Mael's joyous moment.

"Why are you such a killjoy? Listen Raven Raith... we can't sell this anyhow."

"What do you mean we can't sell this anyhow?"

Raith squinted his eyes as he asked.

"Chillax man. I have been working for the shop for two years now. I know better how to make the best out of items like this."

Raith sighed.

Mael was right, there was no better person for this job than him.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Auction house."

"Auction house?"

"Yes... We will put this on auction. Two benefits come from doing this. Number one, we will register the upgraded ones and relic grade. There's no way the auction house will believe us and immediately they will use a better device to grade it. Number two, we might even make over a million leu. I'm sure you never thought this far and thought it was scrapped you were coming to sell huh?"

"No–

'...there's no way I would not know how valuable they are. They used to belong to my best enemy.'

Raith heaved a concerned sigh as his mind wondered about Thard-Harl yet again was it a feeling of missing or regret, well whatever it was it would soon come to an end, for even a greater one is coming.

"Which auction house are we going to?"

"Man! leave that one to me..."

He replied to Raith confidently as he put his arms around Raith's shoulder and both of them walked out of the room.

Raith and Mael both walked to the lobby which was empty compared to yesterday when Raith came here.

"So, when do we go to the auction house? And do you even know any auction house?"

Raith's tone was pushing a sense of haste.

"Calm down bro. It's Sunday, the auction house can't open. Besides, who do you think you are talking to... have you forgotten I am a level-E hero."

"Right..."

Mael was also a hero that had his dream of becoming the best taken away from the moment he was chosen by a minor archon of emotions, his dust attribute was a balance of emotions, giving him the ability to stay cool in situations where others would flare, be depressed or happy.

It was a flaw in his relationship and it had no combat prospect except the fact that he stayed cool in the face of fear. In the past, he was a hero functioning directly under the association but after overcoming certain experiences in 'gates' he decided to quit being a hero and live as every other civilian.

He had been trying to get Raith to do the same, but this one is stubborn.

"Besides, I know one auction house in Cavanaugh..."

He added, grinning with several winks at Raith.

"Really? Where?... that is odd, I don't think there are any auction houses in Cavanaugh though?"

Raith replied with a puzzled stare.

"How can you be so naive? Bro, there is one."

"What one?"

Mael sighed and signaled with his hand for Raith to come closer which he did.

"The black market."

He whispered to Raith even though no one was around since it was Sunday, a day of rest, where everyone spend time with their family. Saturdays were a day of worship: everyone goes to different archon temples and worship them. But since Cavanaugh is an independent city, they don't follow that rule.

"What? The black market is illegal."

"Don't be foolish, do you want to sell these items for a very high price or not."

"I want to sell them"

A sudden determination overtook Raith's expression.

"Then meet me here by 8:00 PM on Tuesday when I finish my shift. Don't be late."

"Good!"

Raith and Mael did the friendship handshake with a should bump and Raith went away with the backpack.

He thought he was going to sell it since he needed the money but this was also not a bad idea. Since all the items turned out to be very valuable, millions? He didn't even think they would be worth that much, at best he was fixated on thousands or hundreds of thousands.

He smiled as he thought of the money to come and held the backpack in his hands but he soon summoned his inventory and dropped the bag into it. From the point of view of a second person, the bag just disappeared into thin air.

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