"A mid-grade materia prima, sold in batches of five liters each! Starting bid, three gold coins!"
Even though the amount in the batch decreased by half, the calling price rose three times from when the low-grade materia prima was traded.
And yet…
The same feeling from before returned, this time much stronger, much more… tangible.
'Is it really the thing?' Theo thought, gritting his teeth in frustration over how he couldn't test his theory on the low-grade he just bought right away, now stuck between reasonable hesitation between investing more money in what was ultimately a hunch and the risk of losing the chance of obtaining a potential treasure only he knew the true value of because of nothing more but his own sense of wealth-preservation.
