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"Ahem, so anyway, I think you should take them to that monastery again," Yaga said. "Right?"
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," Elayne nodded. "Let's go, everyone."
The entire group left the mansion and headed toward the monastery. This time, Elayne was free from Blank's watchful eyes, which always stopped her from buying whatever caught her interest. Before reaching the monastery, she and her group entered the marketplace again and approached a seller of rare, rusty-looking swords. He was an old Asura warrior, a tall, muscular man with three arms, sharp eyes, a bald head, and a long black beard. He wore praying bead necklaces and bracelets, and his body was covered with countless scars from the battles he had endured.
Elayne's gaze fixed on the bone sword, the strongest weapon anyone was selling in this marketplace. It was hidden from plain sight, its energy unreadable to most, but Elayne could sense it clearly. She needed a good sword, a powerful weapon.
