My spatial bracelet was filled to the brim. Well, actually, it wasn't. It was emptier than it had been for a while now. Most carcasses had been sold at the Huntrice for what I could only presume to be a fair price. Then again, we had been lucky.
The Eserian was not a place that the Forea Alliance's residents were allowed to enter at this point, which decreased the supply of the Eserian's monsters greatly. We provided the Huntrice with premium items, resulting in a premium price. That, however, was nothing in comparison to what we earned from the information I sold.
Two gold chips and 55 silver chips, and a rank-up. Being E-Rank pushed my prestige across all of the Forea Alliance. What exactly that meant, I had yet to find out–except for a few basic privileges…like being considered 'worthy'–but there was no rush. I had more than enough time.
