"Pass by, don't miss out! Premium Amulets that you won't find anywhere else!"
"Your forehead is darkening, and you'll have a bloody disaster within three days. I have a safety Amulet here, not expensive, only 998. It'll protect you."
"Top quality crafting materials, sir, would you like to buy some? You can definitely craft superior Artifacts with them."
"Damn, I'm not an Artificer. What's the use of buying crafting materials?" A passerby, pulled in by a vendor, cursed.
The entire place was bustling with activity, with vendors everywhere. Amalia could sense that all of these people were cultivators with spiritual prowess, and it was indeed different from the desolation of the old street.
Amalia strolled along the roadside, where many people were selling Amulets and Artifacts. There were also several stalls for repairing Artifacts, mostly concentrated in one area.
Amalia's gaze passed over the three vendors who offered Artifact repair services one by one. There was an old one, a plump one, and a thin one, each with their own unique style and even different slogans.
The elderly vendor seemed more composed, with a simple slogan that read, "Full refund if the repair isn't satisfactory."
The plump vendor was the most extravagant, claiming he could repair any kind of Artifact and exaggerating his experience by saying he had once repaired an Artifact for a well-known figure in Big Apple City.
But, it had to be said, the plump vendor had a friendly and honest face, like a chubby Maitreya Buddha, and his smile made people feel at ease. This was why his business was the best, with passersby frequently inquiring about his services, even if the deals didn't always pan out.
In theory, the thin vendor would be squeezed out by the other two, but he persisted.
After watching for a while, Amalia understood the reason. The thin vendor had a silver tongue, capable of talking endlessly, and his charming words could easily confuse people. Each of these three individuals had their own distinctive traits.
"Hey there, young lady, do you have an Artifact in need of repair but don't know which of us to choose?" The plump vendor had noticed Amalia's presence a while ago, seeing that she had been observing the three of them.
Amalia's face was unfamiliar and youthful, clearly resembling a college student, which led the vendor to believe she might be a potential customer.
Amalia approached the plump vendor and asked, "Have you really repaired Artifacts for prominent figures?"
The old and thin vendors shook their heads upon hearing this question, thinking another passerby had been swayed by the kind, Maitreya-like face of the old vendor.
"Of course, I never deceive anyone. If you don't believe me, you can ask that prominent figure, and you'll see that my words are true," the plump vendor said confidently, stroking his chin.
Most people, when they heard him volunteer this information, would believe him to some extent. If it were a lie, he wouldn't have said it, as it might be exposed. This tactic was mostly used to deceive young people, college students, or those with little experience, as not everyone had the chance to meet prominent figures.
If the plump vendor had genuinely repaired Artifacts for prominent individuals, there would be no need for him to set up a stall here and solicit customers one by one. There would already be many people coming because of his reputation.