Xia Nan felt relieved and took out a small cloth bag from his backpack.
Rather than carelessly dumping it all out,
he carefully pinched the shiny little stones with his fingertips, taking them out one by one from the bag and placing them on the counter.
Farrello, not in the best shape, still displayed a diligent attitude that earned his spot in the "adventurer's manual" when it came to his field of expertise.
Even when facing the common crystal stones on the table, which could be appraised and valued almost at a glance during a breath.
He meticulously examined each one with a magnifying glass, leaving no possibility for oversight.
"Two pieces of malachite, market price is 10 Gold each."
"Red Stone has dropped a lot in the past two years, 8 pieces for 48 Gold."
"No one is buying turquoise either, the city jewelers don't really accept them, 7 pieces for 49 Gold."
