Obtaining 10x rewards! Reincarnated into a novel as a side-character!
Chapter 26: Mysterious organization

Chapter 26: Mysterious organization

Chapter 26

"Forget it. I will buy from others."

The expression on the stall owner's face changed when he heard that.

This made the stall owner feel pressured; even he knew that what he had brought was all trash not worth selling. Oliver had already changed several options, and he felt that this time he might really leave.

If this went on, then he would not be able to scam him.

"Sigh, 150 Neden. Don't bargain, this is the lowest I can do. I have a wife at home and two kid—wait!?"

He saw that Oliver began to leave without listening to his sad story.

"Alright, I will do it for 70 Neden. Please, I beg."

"Fine, here you go." Oliver paused and showed a smile as he handed over a 70 Neden bill.

He felt quite proud that he directly had the seller reduce the price by 10 times!

From 700 to 70 Neden, his skills were quite useful.

In fact, this small marble that was now in his hands was probably an artifact of some sorts and could even fetch tens of thousands if sold carefully with negotiations.

He could tell from the strong and turbulent espera flow inside it.

"Haha..." Oliver felt funny, although he had basically just robbed the stall owner, he did not feel that bad.

The owner of that stall reeked of cheap booze and had the eyes of a big scammer; who knows how many people he had scammed in the past.

So it was only right for him to be scammed back.

His eyes lit up! He knew that he might just be able to generate enough income to at least get one item from the auction... probably.

'No... there will be ultra-rich individuals... it's possible I might not get anything at all.'

He quickly suppressed his emotions and looked straight at the various shops ahead.

He still had some spare left.

So he visited various stores at random, collecting anything that looked useful but was being sold at the wrong price.

In the end, he managed to buy some things.

A round red marble, an ivory rope, a broken shard, and last but not least, a shiny purple medal.

And now he was officially broke with nothing in his pockets or savings at his home.

"Haha..."

He let out a nervous laugh; he was a spender—a dangerous one.

It would be a terrible situation if no one bought what he had purchased just now...

'Now I have to sell all this...'

He scratched his head, thinking, 'Otherwise, I won't even be able to buy meat for Zippy.'

'Fortunately, there is a place just right for that.'

Black Codex Federation!

An organization that was spread all across the exorcist world, single-handedly competing with the top 5 clans in terms of wealth and resources.

It was an organization that had a huge influence and dealt with all sorts of business.

They had their stores in almost all major cities—dominating all the businesses around them.

'In the novel, this organization dealt both in light and dark. On the surface, they were an influential merchant organization while in the dark, they did all sorts of shady business, from taking assassination requests to infiltration. They were so bold to even provoke the top clans sometimes during the multiple arcs.'

Oliver recalled what he knew of the organization.

Right now, he was heading straight to their established store that was also located in the clan's market.

They had to provide the clan with heavy resources and treasures for them to be even allowed to operate inside.

'In the novel, the Black Codex Federation had a neutral relation with Mystic Purge Clan, both wary of the other. Even in the blood arc, they did not provoke the Mystic Purge Clan...'

He thought as he reached before a humungous structure shadowing everything around.

A tall, well-designed building—a miracle of this world's modern architecture.

The building gave Oliver an intimidating vibe.

He smiled wryly; just the guards stationed at the doors were full of espera.

As he went near the gates, the guards did not stop him, nor did they perform a mandatory check they always performed on normal visitors.

'So they know my identity...'

Oliver was not even surprised by this. If such a big organization did not have their guard memorize the important people of the place where they operate, how could they be so successful?

It was not like in the cliché novels where the guards would stop the protagonist and treat him as a beggar only to be face-slapped later.

After he entered the building, one of the guards took out a rectangular device.

If Oliver was here, he would instantly recognize that as a smartphone.

This world was just a few years backward from his previous world in terms of tech, so it was not a shock that they had started to develop smartphones. Not to mention, this world had some strange things thanks to the presence of espera and other magical elements.

The guard pressed a button and said, "An unknown boy with white hair has entered the establishment. I did not stop him. I am not sure if he belongs to the main family or not..."

The voice on the other end was silent for a moment before it said, "No problem, I will inform madam; you did good."

With that, the call ended instantly.

It was a mesmerizing sight, filled with gleaming gold and silver artifacts, precious gems, shimmering jewels, and relics and artifacts radiating ancient aura. The sun's soft rays seeped in from the glass windows, casting a warm, comfortable glow throughout the pavilion.

It was an amazing architectural build with exquisite mastery and hard work of the designer.

At the front was a reception counter and behind it was the receptionist.

Oliver went up to her and asked, "I want to sell some things. Willing to take a look?"

He made it short and crisp, no-nonsense talk.

The receptionist stared at his face for a moment; even though Oliver was just a little kid, she recognized his white hair and amethyst eyes.

He was definitely a member of the main family in her eyes.

If some other random little kid had wandered in the store, she would have asked them to leave and not cause trouble for candy, but she could not ignore his presence.

She had strict orders from above as well.

"Very well, sir, please follow me..."