Unholy Player Chapter 487 The Future Trade Heart of the Human City

Exposure to the open air and the volatile environment usually resulted in illness for those who weren't mutants. Consequently, witnessing such a vibrant and relaxed outdoor scene was a first-time experience for both Marielle and Niva.

The sight was further enriched by various exotic races wandering about, appearing as though they had been plucked directly from the pages of a fantasy epic.

It didn't feel like a mere city; it felt as if they had physically entered a fictional world.

Vesha had stepped up as their guide since Adyr and his companions had departed.

Being a local, she took it upon herself to lead the three women on a tour, acting as a gracious host. She fulfilled her role as Adyr's close friend or, more precisely, his dedicated assistant, ensuring they felt at home.

As they traversed the streets, she frequently glanced back to gauge their impressions. It was important to her that they enjoyed exploring the metropolis their own flesh and blood had established for them.

Marcus had been invited as well, but he declined, claiming he was far too old for such excursions and preferred observing the city from a more tranquil perspective. Thus, the "boring old man" was left behind as the small group of women began to wander, weaving through the bustling crowds together.

"Can we visit the shops?" Niva asked, her blue eyes shimmering with wonder. Her attention was captured by various stalls displaying bizarre merchandise, ranging from exotic fruits to stones that emitted a faint glow.

The marketplace wasn't limited to human vendors.

Numerous stalls were operated by different races, each shop reflecting the unique cultural aesthetics of its owner through the arrangement and presentation of their wares.

Following the completion of the trade square, the Humans had extended invitations to merchants from various kingdoms and races.

By allowing these traders to sell their goods in exchange for modest taxes, the city aimed to secure a consistent revenue stream while boosting foot traffic to transform the location into a genuine commercial hub.

A separate commercial zone had also been established specifically to attract Practitioners, providing a dedicated space for them to trade their Sparks or rare resources.

Regrettably, that particular district was underperforming. No Practitioner was willing to conduct business in a brand-new, unproven city. For the time being, that wing of the city sat largely deserted as they sought ways to build trust and lure in Practitioner clientele.

"Of course we can." Noticing Niva's enthusiasm, Vesha’s smile widened as she guided the three women through the throng toward a modest boutique nestled at the edge of the lively square.

The shop was quite small.

Inside, the shelves were overflowing with dolls crafted from cloth, wood, and even dried leaves. Each piece was a masterpiece of detail, showcasing the immense patience and craftsmanship invested in its creation.

The proprietor appeared to be a woman in her forties by Human standards. Her petite stature—comparable to Vesha’s—and her slightly pointed ears identified her as a Velari, which explained the intricate, artistic style characteristic of her people's crafts.

"Lady Vesha." The shopkeeper bowed low the moment she recognized the most famous lady in the kingdom. Her voice resonated with genuine affection and warmth.

Vesha was already renowned throughout the land for her beauty, her temperament, and her radiant smile.

Recently, her status had reached new heights due to her exploits alongside Adyr—adventures that had blossomed into popular tales shared in every household and tavern.

Their rescue of a village from a wolf pack and a Rank 2 Spark had evolved into a legendary song known by many.

By this point, her name was recognized even by those who had never laid eyes on her.

There were also many who embellished these stories to an undeniable degree.

Rumors claimed that the kingdom would have fallen to the Rank 4 Collossith if not for Lady Vesha. In these exaggerated accounts, she was elevated to the status of the kingdom’s Practitioners, serving as a beacon of hope and mortal strength.

"Hello Lina, how are you today?" Vesha inquired softly. She dropped her formal noble persona, behaving like a regular customer visiting on an ordinary afternoon.

The merchant’s face lit up with joy, clearly moved that Vesha remembered her name.

She replied with deep reverence and fondness, "It is always the best of days when you grace this humble shop with your presence, Lady Vesha."

As she spoke, her eyes drifted to the three taller women standing behind Vesha, noting their foreign features and attire. "Do you have companions today?"

Now that the Velari had frequent contact with Humans, they could identify the race with ease.

Their height and distinct ear shapes made it obvious they were residents of the city.

Vesha smiled at the inquiry. "Yes, they are acquaintances of Lord Adyr who have traveled from afar to see the city."

She chose to withhold the fact that they were his mother and sister. It was a detail she kept secret to prevent any unwanted attention or complications.

Nevertheless, the mere mention of their connection to Adyr was sufficient. A look of shock and delight crossed the Velari woman’s face, and she suddenly became much more attentive. "Lord Adyr? Oh my... Please, you are most welcome. It is a great honor to host Lord Adyr's guests in my modest shop."

The shopkeeper performed a deep, respectful bow, nearly folding her body in half.

Though Marielle and the others couldn't understand the language, no translation was needed to recognize the profound gratitude and warmth that filled the woman's expression at the mention of Adyr's name. It was clear that his name carried immense weight here.