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“Auxiliary Totem is equivalent to a consumable item, and there are specialized Spirit Masters who create Totem Crystals to profit from it. If you have the money, you can buy a few to use for now.”
After leaving the market, Rice Cake looked at him with a strange smile.
Even with his years of social experience, he felt quite embarrassed. As the heir to a territory with a gold mine, he was still perceived as poor.
What was even more frustrating was that he couldn't refute it; in this regard, he truly was poor!
Totem Crystals are similar to pet cards found in most online games. Some Spirit Masters with Rune Factory capabilities seal constructed totems in a special crystal. Other Spirit Masters can purchase these crystals and use them as their own Auxiliary Totems.
As the saying goes, each profession has its own expertise. The knowledge involved in being a Spirit Master is vast, but one person's energy is limited, so many Spirit Masters specialize in a particular area.
The three fundamental classifications of Spirit Masters are Totem Master, Workshop Master, and Spirit Mage.
Those who construct, sell, and maintain totems are called Workshop Masters. They operate in a workshop format and are akin to logistical support roles within the Spirit Master community, generally lacking in combat strength.
A Totem Master focuses on cultivating or purchasing totems and then using them in battle to acquire wealth.
On the other hand, a Spirit Mage studies various totem Inheritance Factors to align with the laws of nature and improve the success rate of Evolution, functioning as researchers within the Spirit Master realm.
These three professions differ only in their areas of expertise, much like how genres can be categorized into fantasy, magical realism, and gaming; they share common techniques and strategies.
A single Totem Crystal can cost thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins, especially those that have been specially cultivated with exceptional quality, which can easily reach several tens of thousands.
Some top-tier Main Totems available for sale can even fetch prices in the hundreds of thousands or millions!
After purchasing the equipment, Rice Cake, feeling pleased after extorting a few gold coins, casually wandered off, clearly intending to take this opportunity to enjoy some shopping.
Xiar, on the other hand, sat in the tavern with a cloth bag, casually ordering a bottle of beer. He didn't drink it; instead, he pretended to look out the window.
Today was the 8th of August. In the unfolding story, someone would soon arrive at Storm Tavern with companions to accept an exploration mission.
However, this seemingly ordinary exploration mission was tied to a terrifying organization and would lead one individual to rise dramatically, becoming the "protagonist" attempting to save the Harrison Empire...
Xiar occupied a window seat, dressed in a silver-gray Scholar's Robe. In this tavern, where most patrons wore hunting gear or armor, he stood out somewhat.
He silently scanned his surroundings but did not spot the person he was looking for.
This tavern and the market inside were both owned by a Third-Level Spirit Master. With the other’s formidable strength as assurance, all Spirit Masters entering and exiting here behaved themselves.
Third Rank indicated that the individual possessed an Ultimate Form Main Totem, making them an absolute powerhouse throughout Farn County.
However, in a year’s time, under the influence of the Source Gate's radiation, countless individuals would acquire even more powerful Main Totems, easily achieving Evolution, Ultimate Evolution, and even Super Evolution, leading to an explosion in the number of strong individuals.
By then, Third Rank would no longer enjoy its current status; it would be a time when Third Ranks were as common as dogs and only divine beasts could make a stir in this grand era.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that many people coming and going here bore faint Source Power Fluctuations.
Most of them were novices like him; true Spirit Masters had long perfected hiding their Source Power Fluctuations and wouldn’t be so easily detected.
A long time passed. The patrons who had come to eat and drink had changed completely, yet Xiar still hadn’t seen that person. Worry began to creep in—was something wrong?
In the story, that person clearly arrived at noon, and now it was already afternoon. Why hadn't he come yet?
At that moment, a tall and sturdy young man with sharp facial features walked in from outside.
He wore a gray, tattered robe, resembling the laborers at the docks, but his vitality and spirit indicated he was no ordinary person.
Behind him were two young individuals who looked quite similar. The girl, though her appearance was rather average, had a curvaceous figure that the gray robe could not conceal; instead, it accentuated her shape even more.
Her narrow, elongated fox-like eyes were particularly alluring, combined with her innocent and pitiful demeanor, instantly capturing the attention of many men in the tavern.
The handsome man who bore a resemblance to her shielded her behind him, casting a hostile glance around.
After the three entered and surveyed the room, they found no available seats. Upon spotting Xiar sitting by the window, they exchanged glances and approached him.
"Excuse me, sir, may we sit here?" The handsome man spoke politely, exhibiting noble etiquette to perfection.
"Of course..." Xiar nodded in agreement, just about to respond when the gray-robed girl suddenly screamed.
"Ah! Who's touching me?"
Her two companions instantly erupted in anger, turning to glare at the table behind them. The burly man pointed angrily at the offender's nose and shouted, "Bastard! Are you looking for trouble?"
The other party showed no fear; a scar on his face twisted grotesquely as he grinned maliciously. "Heh heh, kid, do you know who I am? When I was out here making a name for myself, you probably hadn't even crawled out of your mother's womb!"
Not only did he refuse to apologize, but he also boldly swung his fist toward the burly man, igniting his fury as he charged forward to confront him.
However, Xiar clearly saw that both of their fists were enveloped in a faint glow. When they collided, it was evident that they hadn't actually made contact at all.
Scarred Man's gaze flickered, and several companions nearby stood up, each covered in a layer of Guardian Spirit Light.
"It seems like this is a Totem Master Team, similar to mercenary groups or adventurers in ordinary online games, completing tasks as a team. This should be interesting..." Xiar smiled slightly, sitting back and watching the chaos unfold as if it were a performance.
After a while, Xiar noticed that three people were clearly outnumbered, with their opponents leaving marks all over their faces and bodies. He smiled again, "It's time to intervene..."
Firefly, nestled in his arms, suddenly had a glint of light flash in her eyes.
Buzz!
An invisible wave of mental energy swept through the area. The Scarred Man, who was just about to throw a punch at Burly Youth, suddenly felt dazed and stood there for a moment before being knocked down by his opponent.
He glanced around, realizing someone was pulling strings behind the scenes. Not wanting to continue the fight any longer, he spat out a few harsh words and hurriedly left the tavern with his teammates.
Xiar left a small tip on the table and calmly carried the white fox out of the tavern while silently counting in his mind: "10, 9, 8..."
Suddenly, hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed behind him. The three individuals rushed to catch up and called out from behind, "Hey brother, wait up!"
Xiar stopped and turned to smile at the three of them. "What's up? Did you need something?"
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