Chapter 1321 Truven's Shock

Chapter 1321 Truven's Shock

Gregory Noran, the thin man with a large forehead, bushy eyebrows, and a scar across his left cheek was once again sent to the weapon auction in Heeran's love, just as he had last time.

Only this time, he wasn't the one buying something but was instead accompanying someone higher in status than him.

A fine gentleman in his middle years, wearing a blue suit and a matching Tophat, walked alongside him. Truven Briggs, father to Bethanie Briggs —who was otherwise known as Betty— had been sent by his brother-in-law to handle the matters today.

He had always been curious about Ning since he met the fellow during his daughter's administration in the institute because of the Essence core he had. A man with a weird core he had never felt before, whose daughter came first in the entrance exam for the Star Beast Institute could be no normal man.

He had his suspicion that this Ning he had heard about was the same Ning that sold the Lightning Trident. When he received the message from his daughter yesterday about what Ning's shop was called, his suspicion was confirmed.

So, after talking with his brother-in-law, Brassel Noran, the Mayor, he was allowed to handle the matter with the auction today.

"Tell me more about your visit last time," he asked Gregory next to him.

"I can't see what else I have to say, my lord," the man said. "The shop is small, they employ a young woman and a child, and the only thing interesting there was the Lightning Trident he sold."

"The rest of the weapons are... what did you call them? Generic?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord," the man said. "They are nothing if not that. They are so plainly made that it was a surprise they were sold at all. Although, they were sold rather cheaply, so that could be a reason for it."

Truven nodded. "What have you learned about the shop?" he asked.

"It used to belong to a man named Heeran, my lord. He died some 10 years ago, and the shop was handled by his wife after his death. I don't believe she does anything else, so that should have been her only source of income."

"I'm surprised a weapons shop lasted in this city. I would've thought the four beasts would've gobbled them up."

"I will have to buy it too, for young lord James," Gregory said with a dry laugh.

The two of them walked into the shop, and as soon as they did, their eyes went wide in shock.

Bright lights surrounded them, and a cacophony of sounds from the hundreds of people that were lined up in the shop.

"Uhh, Greg... didn't you say it was a small shop?" Truven asked, looking at the shop that was at least 50 meters wide in all directions.

"It was, my lord," Gregory said softly as what he remembered matched in no way to what he saw right now.

The shop was massive and seemed almost as big as one of the Four Beasts. It was even bigger than a few of their shops.

"And you said it couldn't even handle 50 people?" Truven asked.

"I did, my lord," Gregory answered, seeing the hundreds of people that were gathered in front of him, with enough space to gather a few thousand more people inside. He gulped.

"Did you lie to me?" Truven asked.

"I must have, my lord," Gregory said. "I can't imagine how else you can explain this. I... must've lied to myself."

He looked in awe at the massive store with items scattered throughout the walls and tables gathered throughout the room.

It became quickly apparent to Truven and Gregory, that they weren't the only ones in shock. Every person who came in through the door showed the same shocked look on their face.

Somehow, the inside of the room was dozens of times larger than what it seemed from the outside.