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When the bookstore owner saw Wayne enter, he displayed neither humility nor flattery.

As a mage, even if only an apprentice, one's social status in Azeroth often commanded respect. Nobles, unable to secure mages for their employ, treated them as invaluable. The title "Master" was not bestowed lightly.

The old man carefully observed Wayne before addressing him with polite respect:

"Sir, I don't believe we've met before. You must be a new guest. My name is Murray. Welcome to my bookstore."

Wayne raised an eyebrow at this introduction. The store was called Klein's Bookstore, yet the owner's name was Murray. It struck him as peculiar but not significant enough to dwell on.

Taking a few steps to the counter, Wayne lowered his voice and replied courteously:

"Good day, Mr. Murray. I've heard this is the largest bookstore in Stormwind City. I've come to purchase a considerable number of books, and I wonder if you might have them in stock."

The old mage's brow furrowed slightly as he responded:

"Guest, I assure you of the strength of our collection. This store has been passed down from my grandfather, a senior mage who graduated from Dalaran. We've maintained excellent procurement channels with the scholars of Dalaran, ensuring our shelves remain well-stocked."

"As long as the book you seek is reputable and its author has made it available for sale, I can acquire it for you."

Wayne smiled faintly. The old man's confidence in his store's inventory was evident. Perhaps Klein was the name of his grandfather.

Without hesitation, Wayne stepped closer to the counter, took out a pouch of gold coins from his space bracelet, and placed it on the table. The heavy clink of coins caught everyone's attention. The pouch held approximately two hundred Azerothian gold coins.

Lowering his voice, Wayne explained: "Mr. Murray, a noble friend of mine is establishing a family library and requires a substantial number of books. This deposit is for you to begin compiling a comprehensive list of available works. The collection should span astronomy, geography, history, literature, and any scholarly knowledge deemed useful."

"The budget for this order is approximately 10,000 gold coins. Naturally, you're one of several bookstores being considered for this project. The final selection will depend on the quality and comprehensiveness of your list, as well as your pricing."

Wayne added casually: "You have two days to prepare the list and provide corresponding quotations. The broader the range of books, the better."

Murray's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to process the enormity of the request. An order of 10,000 gold coins was equivalent to several years' worth of turnover for his store.

While printing technology had advanced in Azeroth, bringing down the cost of books, they still remained valuable. Most books were priced between twenty silver coins to one gold coin, making Wayne's order substantial enough to purchase tens of thousands of volumes.

The mage swallowed hard, his composed demeanor giving way to a mixture of excitement and reverence. His gaze at Wayne transformed from polite acknowledgment to one of deep respect—almost as if he were looking at a deity of wealth.

"Sir, you have my word. I will do my utmost to meet your requirements," he said, his tone now infused with enthusiasm. "Our Klein Bookstore is the most resourceful in Stormwind City. In the entire kingdom, none can rival our ability to fulfill such a request."

He hesitated briefly before adding with curiosity: "May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Wayne was unperturbed by Murray's change in attitude. Years of experience dealing with people had taught him that money often shifted behavior.

"Call me Wayne, Mr. Murray," he replied evenly. "This is my first time purchasing books in Stormwind City. Rest assured, as long as your service satisfies me, there's potential for future collaborations."

Hearing this, the old mage's excitement grew. To him, this order represented more than just wealth—it was an opportunity to elevate his business to unprecedented heights.

"You can count on me, Mr. Wayne," he said, bowing slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Rest assured, I am a resourceful person. I have excellent connections in Dalaran and can even acquire rare and secret books that other bookstores wouldn't dare to offer. Even magic tomes—I have the channels to procure them," Murray declared enthusiastically.

Perhaps due to the unexpected magnitude of Wayne's request, Old Murray looked slightly overjoyed. His unusual excitement drew frequent glances from the other customers in the store, curious about what had sparked such fervor.

Among the patrons was a young woman wearing the robes of a Holy Light Priest. Her physical demeanor and attentive posture hinted at a fitness level above that of an ordinary civilian. Since Murray and Wayne hadn't made much effort to lower their voices, the priestess had overheard their conversation. Intrigued by what she had heard, she cast a curious glance toward Wayne.

She seemed surprised, perhaps not expecting to encounter someone so extravagantly wealthy that they could spend a fortune on books.

After leaving Klein's Bookstore, Wayne decided to take a stroll through Stormwind City. His next objective was to investigate where he could acquire pet badges—items that, according to Lieutenant Webber, were highly valuable for adventurers like him.

However, before he had taken more than ten steps, a soft voice called out from behind him: "Excuse me, sir, would you mind waiting a moment? I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

Wayne turned around and saw that the speaker was the priestess from the bookstore.

She was a striking young woman with radiant blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her features were refined and noble, and her delicate priestly robes hinted at soft, graceful curves beneath. She appeared no older than twenty, with an air of purity that seemed perfectly in tune with her calling.

"How may I help you, Sister?" Wayne asked, his tone polite but guarded.

The priestess approached him, clasped her hands together in a gesture of prayer, and said with a serene smile: "May the Light bless you, kind sir. My name is Paletress, and I serve as a priestess at the Cathedral of the Holy Light."

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation in the bookstore. I gathered that you are planning to purchase a significant collection of books, and I felt compelled to speak with you."

"Forgive my intrusion, but I was wondering if you might be open to a discussion."