The currency in Orario is typically divided into 100 valis, 1,000 valis, and 10,000 valis coins, corresponding to gold pieces of different sizes.
All of Bell's goblin knives sold for a total of 26.4 million valis.
Of course, even then, the Guild still took a significant cut of the profits.
The 100,000 valis price per knife was actually quite low.
After all, goblin knives are only slightly inferior to low-tier weapons.
After refurbishing them, they could easily sell for 150,000 valis each to interested buyers.
Eina had mentioned this too, and Bell saw no issue with it. There naturally had to be a difference between purchase and resale prices - it was only reasonable for the Guild to profit from the transaction.
With his massive earnings secured, Bell quietly left the Guild.
To help maintain Bell's secret, Eina had given him the payment before the official appraisal. The identification work in that room would only begin after Bell's departure.
Eina exited the private room and returned to the Guild's main hall. At this hour, with most adventurers still working, it was the perfect time for her request.
"Valis, there are some items in the room that need appraising."
The Guild's appraisers had been relaxing at their stations, but all immediately stood when they heard Eina's words.
Everyone knew that room was used for confidential transactions - deals that couldn't be appraised openly.
But had Eina gone in with someone earlier?
Since Bell had been wearing his hooded cloak when entering and drew little attention, few had noticed him entering that room.
Moreover, Eina emerged long after Bell's departure, so most Guild staff had practically forgotten about "Bell" already.
The appraisers weren't particularly concerned though. Confidential transactions happened regularly when either the seller or merchandise was... unconventional. Anonymous sellers were common enough at the Guild.
Several appraisers entered the room casually and closed the door.
Internal transactions couldn't be observed from outside, and naturally had full confidentiality measures in place.
The senior appraiser knew the protocols, securing the door behind him.
"Wha-?!"
But upon entering, all the appraisers froze at the sight before them.
The entire floor was covered with identical daggers. A dense pile that would send anyone stumbling straight to the infirmary. The blades gleamed with a cold light - clearly razor-sharp weapons that demanded careful handling.
Recovering from his shock, the head appraiser knelt, picked up a knife, and examined it closely. The blade was in pristine condition, seemingly unused. He quickly identified its origin.
"Are these... goblin knives?"
"No way."
Disbelieving, he grabbed several more. Careful inspection confirmed it - all were authentic Goblin Knives. And the one in his hand looked freshly dropped.
So many goblin knives? Their normal drop rate was abysmal - you might not see one for months. What had happened this time?
Seeing hundreds of similar knives scattered about, the appraisers immediately understood the nature of this transaction.
They knew what this meant, but were still speechless.
The knives were top-quality, appearing freshly obtained.
If the Guild resold these, it would mean massive profits.
But there were just... too many.
An overwhelming quantity that defied counting.
The two lead appraisers paused, realizing their predicament. Their faces paled slightly.
"Eina, surely... we don't have to appraise all of these?"
Appraising magic stones was simple. Common monster drops were straightforward too. But weapon drops? Always the most troublesome.
Weapon appraisals required meticulous attention, with prices varying wildly by quality - a headache for any appraiser.
It was their job, of course.
The two appraisers clung to one last hope. But Eina, merciless, gave them a dazzling smile and delivered the killing blow.
"Weapon appraisals are crucial work, and this is a vital transaction for the Guild. You'll handle it properly."
With that, Eina exited directly. Guild rules stated appraisers couldn't leave until their work was complete. These two wouldn't be having dinner on time.
The trapped appraisers exchanged blank stares.
"She left us here?"
Clearly, Eina had set them up. No leaving until the appraisal finished. Resignation settled in.
Neither appraiser was new - they knew the rules. Surveying the sea of Goblin Knives, they could only sigh.
"Hey... Eina really did us dirty this time."
Well, such an important transaction wasn't bad for appraisers. Once completed, they'd receive substantial commissions. It was just the appraisal work itself... so exhausting.
The head appraiser sighed wearily. He understood the situation, but the sheer volume of Goblin Knives was unprecedented. The painstaking appraisal process would take hours - they'd likely be here until tomorrow.
These two poor appraisers had become the latest "victims" of this transaction.
Their eventual compensation would be generous, of course.
For such a massive order, the Guild always paid hefty appraisal fees.
It just came with significant overtime.
In a sense, these commissions could be considered overtime pay.
Eina, now outside the room, took a relieved breath and whispered "Sorry" toward the closed door. She had little time to spare - this transaction still required careful handling behind the scenes.