The stall mostly displayed materials related to Magic Beasts, Beast skin, Beast Bone, organs preserved in jars, Bone and Flesh Carvings, Magic Tools... even live creatures.
Ronan was inquiring about a living creature kept in a transparent tank.
It looked like a miniaturized version of a Piranha, but with a pair of white, tender little feet like those of a baby, flapping around in the water, appearing both lively and bizarre.
The stall owner was a middle-aged Wizard with pale skin, Level 1, with a green bean-sized black wart by his mouth, with a cold and gloomy temperament, addicted to the research of flesh alchemy, a typical trait of Wizards who deal with corpses all year long.
"Your Excellency has a good eye, this Howling Fish is the product of my twenty years of research..."
Upon Ronan’s inquiry, the middle-aged Wizard quickly squeezed a smile on his face and started introducing it to him incessantly.
Although Ronan tried to remain as low-key as possible, even restraining the spiritual power fluctuations belonging to a Second-level Wizard, the young and handsome face revealed beneath the wide hood and the unique aura that naturally radiated from him could be clearly perceived from a close distance.
Any Wizard with a bit of discernment could easily see that he came from a powerful Organization and was certainly not just an ordinary member, as only outstanding figures among his peers could possess such a calm and confident demeanor in every movement.
The Battle of Heramus Genius Seat was about to commence, and all the geniuses from both large and small Wizard Forces in the Southern region were out and about. Characters like Ronan had been seen quite a bit by them in the past year.
Ronan, with the permission of the middle-aged Wizard stall owner, carefully projected his spiritual power into the transparent tank.
The creature known as the "Howling Fish" immediately opened its mouth and let out a sharp and piercing scream.
The invisible sound waves emitted along with the scream pushed all the water in the transparent tank to the sides, clinging to the walls of the tank, and Ronan felt a slight shock to his spiritual power, which inevitably surprised him.
This Howling Fish made him instantly recall an Undead Magic spell he learned during his Apprenticeship—Howling of the Dead Soul. Both used screams to generate sound waves to affect the spiritual power.
However, the ability of this Howling Fish was much stronger than the Zero Rank spell [Howling of the Dead Soul], as it actually had an effect on his spiritual power.
Although it was just a slight dizziness, it should be noted that Ronan’s spiritual power, after two purifications, was more than ten times stronger than an average Wizard in the Late Stage of Level 2.
What surprised Ronan even more was that the Howling Fish’s sonar attack seemed targeted; aside from him, the stall owner and the nearby Wizards were all unaffected.
Could such a miraculous creature really be the result of the solitary research by a mere Level 1 Wandering Wizard?
Ronan looked up at the middle-aged stall owner and asked, "How do you plan to sell this Howling Fish?"
The middle-aged Wizard’s spirit perked up, and he quickly listed several items. Ronan shook his head and replied, "I only have Magic Stones."
The stall owner seemed disappointed, but he quickly responded, "Five thousand! Five thousand Advanced Magic Stones, and the fish is yours."
Ronan stated calmly, "Unless it includes the cultivation technique for this Howling Fish... Indeed, the sonic attack of the fish is quite effective, but if I’m not mistaken... this creature probably doesn’t live very long."
As he spoke, Ronan glanced at the now quiet Howling Fish in the tank, which seemed a bit listless on the surface, but he was extremely sensitive to life fluctuations and could feel that after a single scream, the life energy contained within the fish in the tank with the baby feet had markedly depleted.
This was a fish that screamed with its life.
The middle-aged Wizard’s expression changed slightly, followed by a bitter smile, "I can’t hide it from Your Excellency, two thousand then... Two thousand Advanced Magic Stones and you take the fish. But the cultivation technique is a no-go, not that I don’t want to trade it, it’s just that the technique is still not perfected yet..."
Ronan spoke with a calm expression, interrupting the middle-aged Wizard, "Tell me the location where this fish was discovered. Don’t worry, I won’t reveal it to a third party. If you don’t believe me, we can sign a contract..."
The middle-aged Wizard’s expression flickered, and after a moment, he picked up an old piece of Beast skin from the corner of the stall, wrote some things on it, and then handed it to Ronan.
Ronan promptly paid three thousand Advanced Magic Stones and used a Space Ring to collect the tank containing the Howling Fish from the stall. Before leaving, he glanced at the stall and casually picked up a small box containing a single-horned black beetle, asking the stall owner, "What’s this?"
The middle-aged Wizard shook his head, "I found it in an abandoned ancient Secret Realm. After a year of research, I only figured out that its secreted body fluid can be used as a mixer for certain Low-level potions. It might just be some kind of ancient insect with a relatively long lifespan...
If you like it, feel free to take it."
Ronan packed away the box with the single-horned beetle, saying indifferently, "I’ve always been quite interested in such trinkets; it is indeed a collectible I haven’t owned."
The middle-aged Wizard smiled without saying anything.
Among the Wizarding community, the hobby of collecting rare insects couldn’t even be considered eccentric.
Leaving the stall, Ronan just happened to receive a reply from Grace—
"Sister Selena has honestly told me the reason, she said my soul is rather special, and the aura it emits happens to be very helpful to her, being able to promote the growth of a certain ability..."
Ronan looked at the content of Grace’s reply, thought for a bit, and asked, "Has she asked you to do anything?"