Chapter 51：Taking Advantage of the Situation

Wilbur discreetly studied Allen, finding nothing particularly remarkable about him.

But the more ordinary he appeared, the more amazed Wilbur was.

With his years of experience and considerable strength, if he couldn't discern anything, it indicated that there was something extraordinary hidden beneath the ordinary.

Moreover, this Walter fellow likely had strength surpassing his own.

However, without understanding this person's background, Wilbur would never hastily sell the dragon scales and other items, as they were crucial to his potential entry into the realm of the occult and becoming an extraordinary being.

Thinking of this, Wilbur shifted the conversation, "I heard from the attendant that Mr. Walter is interested in purchasing Bear Bee honey?"

Allen wasn't in a hurry, planning to see what the old man was up to. After all, he was using an alias and wearing a mask, so there was no worry about his identity being revealed if something went wrong.

Seeing Allen nod, Wilbur continued, "Whether it's dragon scales or honey, to be honest, it's quite inconvenient. And Mr. Walter, with your face covered, I... I really can't feel at ease."

Allen sneered inwardly. How many people in this vast black market were hiding their faces? Why was it a problem only with him?

It was clear that the old man wanted to probe into his background indirectly.

Allen didn't bother with pleasantries, "The rules in the black market have always been like this. Why should they change for you?"

Wilbur frowned at Allen's cold retort.

His eagle-like eyes glowed coldly.

He had been in the black market for decades, and few dared speak to him like this.

A young man, even if strong, was still a newcomer and so arrogant. It was truly infuriating.

Annoyance rose in his heart, and his tone turned icy, "In that case, there's nothing more I can do. You'll have to buy these things elsewhere."

With that, he stood up to see them out.

Allen wasn't angry. The black market was like this; those with strength and background could afford to be arrogant. "Buy it or not, I won't sell it" was a common attitude.

But that didn't mean Allen would let the old man be so arrogant towards him.

To be honest, if it weren't for the significant impact on the black market, Allen would have directly resorted to killing and looting.

He had never heard of an extraordinary strongman negotiating with an ordinary person.

No matter how strong or powerful, they were still ordinary people.

Allen snorted coldly, "You're dying, aren't you?"

If said to another elderly person, this would be a curse, guaranteed to provoke anger.

But Wilbur's heart sank. This seemingly out-of-context and harsh statement hit the nail on the head about his condition!

Turning his head, his old face darkened, and his tone grew cold, "If you don't explain yourself, don't blame me for being rude!"

As he spoke, Wilbur moved to block Allen's way.

But Walter, in front of him, seemed unfazed, sipping tea leisurely, as if he had everything under control.

"An eighty-year-old man like you is rare, but to me, it's nothing special. Moreover, you have a piece of a broken claw embedded in your lower back, fused with your flesh, with cold energy invading your bones. I estimate you have less than a year to live!"

Allen's eyes narrowed, and he fell silent.

Wilbur was shocked.

His cold face was filled with surprise and panic.

He was both alarmed that his secret had been exposed and worried about his life.

Looking at the calm Allen, his tone lost its coldness and anger, replaced by respect and probing, "Mr. Walter, are you an extraordinary being?"

Though Wilbur was reluctant to believe it, he had to force himself to accept that the young man, about the same age as his grandson, might indeed be an extraordinary being in the occult!

In his youth, Wilbur had been a knight for an ancient count's family on the island of Markland.

Not only was he physically strong, but he had also tamed a giant bear as his mount, just a step away from becoming an extraordinary being.

He only needed the old count's secret potion to contract the giant bear and become a Level 1 Beast Tamer.

But soon after, the second son he served was ambushed.

He was injured while hunting a Fairy Dragon.

A Fairy Dragon's claw embedded in his flesh, with cold energy invading his bones, preventing him from becoming extraordinary.

Though the second son, upon waking from his coma, rewarded his loyalty with a piece of dragon scale, a claw, and a tooth.

But after that, neither the old count nor other occult strongmen believed he could advance to the extraordinary.

Without extraordinary strength, he was of little help to the second son, and soon requested to be sent to the Bacha black market as a source of wealth and information.

But over the years, his strength had declined under the cold energy of the dragon claw.

More fatally, the claw was consuming his life force.

Entering old age, he clearly felt that his days were numbered!

Seeking medical help was futile.

Perhaps an extraordinary being skilled in medicine could solve his problem, but where could he find such a person? And what price could he pay?

The old count's family he served was full of powerful Beast Tamers who only knew how to kill.

Not a single related mage existed.

After several fruitless searches, Wilbur could only hope against hope.

He displayed the dragon scale, claw, and tooth in his shop, hoping to attract a capable person to save his life.

Now, his greatest secret had been revealed by the young man before him. How could he remain calm?

This secret was unknown even to his own son and daughter!

Those ungrateful children, if they knew, would only wish for his early death.

So they could inherit his wealth and pledge allegiance to their new masters.

Allen wasn't interested in Wilbur's backstory. As a Plant Mage, he was well-versed in medicine and the human body.

The green mist spread silently, revealing the cold energy at Wilbur's lower back, as clear as a star in the night.

And that familiar energy told Allen it was the claw of a Beaked Fairy Dragon.

"This injury was from hunting a Fairy Dragon, wasn't it?"

Wilbur was even more shocked and impressed, "Your insight is extraordinary. Indeed, it is. Please, help me, and I will be eternally grateful!"

Allen didn't want to waste time with the old man, getting straight to the point, "I can save you, but what's in it for me?"

Wilbur hesitated at these words. After years of seeking treatment in vain, could a young stranger easily offer a solution? Was this a trap?

In an instant, the old man's mind conjured up numerous enemies, even suspecting his own ambitious eldest son. Suspicion made his eyes turn cold...