Allen looked up. The middle-aged Wizard before him had a gentle voice and a thin frame.
"Please, have a seat." Allen gestured to the empty seat across from him and leaned back slightly. "Mr. Autus, my list makes it very clear that Geocentric Flame Marrow is to be prioritized for trading with cultivation materials. Your goods, it seems, do not include such items."
"I know."
Autus sat down, speaking rapidly. "I'm not a pioneer. I'm a direct academic researcher for the Ring City Alliance, stationed long-term at the fortress, specializing in high-energy elemental fusion theory. These seven pieces of Geocentric Flame Marrow are urgently needed for my current project."
With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved a strange object from his Storage Ring and placed it gently on the table.
It was a palm-sized conch, translucent and ethereal blue, its surface covered in natural silver patterns.
