Chapter 668 – Dreamweaver World 6

This time, Mo Lan set her sights on the most luxurious wealthy neighborhood in the new district.

Those standalone garden villas protected by energy shields, with silvery-gray magic-suppressing stones embedded in their walls, and magical plants transplanted from the dream realm standing guard in their courtyards.

A few magic-suppressing stones used to amplify the shields were no trouble at all for Mo Lan.

She slipped into the villa with practiced ease, heading straight for the jewelry cabinet in the display room.

Through the locked glass, she teleported all the dreamstone jewelry out from inside.

A brooch inlaid with pink-purple dreamstone, earrings dangling with emerald-green dreamstone, a rainbow dreamstone bracelet wound with gold thread…

Mo Lan fed them all to the Book of Cards as materials, then swiftly used the Book of Cards to craft a completely identical set of {Dreamstone Jewelry}, which she placed back in the cabinet.

The people drawn by the jewelry cabinet’s sensor alarm rushed over only to find all the jewelry perfectly intact.

Even the minute scratches on the jewelry’s surface from long-term wear were replicated without the slightest discrepancy. They assumed the sensor had malfunctioned.

When Mo Lan walked the streets again as “Sina,” her backpack now held two colored dreamstones.

The blood-red one looked like solidified sunset clouds, while the sapphire-blue one resembled a crystallized piece of the deep sea. Both radiated gentle energy fluctuations.

Dreamstones were one of the dream realm’s specialties, with the effect of helping people fall asleep quickly. High-purity dreamstones could even nourish the body during sleep, allowing for better rest.

People of the Dreamweaver World all loved wearing dreamstone jewelry.

The most common were white dreamstones — a small fingernail-sized piece of ordinary quality could be bought for just a few dozen federation coins.

If you wanted the rarer and more beautiful colored dreamstones, those would cost over a thousand federation coins for a small piece.

And if the purity was high enough to have body-nourishing effects, the price would be at least ten thousand federation coins.

The two dreamstones Mo Lan had crafted with the Book of Cards were both only fingernail-sized. Their colors — red and blue — were among the more common varieties of colored dreamstones, and their quality was just barely at the threshold of having body-nourishing effects. This way, they could fetch a good price without drawing too much attention.

By her estimate, these two dreamstones together should sell for around thirty thousand federation coins.

That amount of money entering this “orphan’s” account wouldn’t be so much as to attract the Dreamweaver Federation’s attention, yet would be enough to rent a place for a year with money left over for living expenses.

In the new district of Canaan City, a nice small apartment like the one Colt lived in cost only fifteen hundred federation coins a month.

Once she reached her identity’s fifteenth birthday and gained access to the dream realm, she could be bolder with the fund flows in her account.

After all, cases of poor people striking it rich overnight after finding precious materials in the dream realm were hardly uncommon in the Dreamweaver World.

Mo Lan considered where would be best to sell them.

Selling at a legitimate jewelry shop would mean a slightly lower price, but it was safer. The process was more cumbersome though, and sometimes they’d require registration of her professional rank in the dream realm.

Selling at the black market in the old district would fetch a slightly higher price, but there was risk of being double-crossed. On the other hand, they wouldn’t ask about the source, and could even register a fake transaction record.

Mo Lan thought it over and chose the black market.

Double-crossing? She wasn’t worried in the slightest. With Psychic Magic at her disposal, after the transaction was done, whether they could even remember her was another question entirely — let alone coming after her later!

Mo Lan had found this particular black market trading point in the welfare home headmistress’s memories. It was in the old department store in the old district.

Without a single federation coin in her electronic account, she could only turn invisible again and ride her broom there.

After emerging from an alley near the department store, Mo Lan headed straight for “Old Rolf’s Recycling Station” inside.

The entire sprawling department store had become Old Rolf’s recycling station. On the surface, it collected scrap from the old district’s scavengers, but it was also a black market trading point that bought and sold materials from the dream realm.

If you did business here, the transaction records would show income from buying and selling scrap.

It was already evening by now. Scavengers wouldn’t choose this hour to come sell things, and the underground gang members were getting ready to enter the dream realm. There wasn’t a single customer in the recycling station.

The metal door hinges let out a piercing screech. Old Rolf was just about to close up when he heard the tap-tap of approaching footsteps. He squinted his cloudy eyes and saw a thin girl walk in — her face looked somewhat familiar.

He immediately furrowed his brow, the folds of flesh on his face bunching together. “Shoo, shoo, shoo! It’s getting dark — this is no place for you!”

Mo Lan raised an eyebrow slightly. This reaction surprised her. Could this notorious black market dealer actually have retained a shred of conscience?

She pulled the two dreamstones from her backpack. “I’m here to sell something. I’ll leave as soon as the deal’s done!”

Old Rolf’s expression changed instantly. His beady little eyes locked onto the two iridescent stones in her palm, the greedy gleam in them almost becoming tangible. Then he suddenly lunged at her:

“When did you steal my dreamstones? Give them back! Or I’ll go find your headmistress! I remember you, girl — you’re not even old enough for the dream realm yet!”

A long staff flickering with red light was pulled out from behind the door. Old Rolf’s entire demeanor transformed in an instant, becoming fierce and menacing.

Mo Lan: “…”

It seemed she had been wrong. Old Rolf’s goodwill only extended to those who were truly penniless.

Magic was more reliable after all. Mo Lan gave a slight twitch of the finger wearing her wand ring, and Old Rolf’s expression went blank.

“Let’s go inside first,” Mo Lan said.

“Alright!” Old Rolf dragged his staff along, stumbling inside with uneven steps.

Once inside, Mo Lan first examined his memories, then controlled him to transfer thirty thousand federation coins to herself.

She then modified his memories of this transaction, and used his staff to give him a few minor injuries.

Only then did she place the two dreamstones on the table.

About ten minutes after Mo Lan left, Old Rolf woke up. He got to his feet with a grimace, baring his teeth in pain, and cursed toward the door:

“Ow! That hurts like hell! Where did that she-devil come from? Got completely fleeced today — it was just two colored dreamstones, and she forced me to pay thirty-five thousand for them!”

He then hurried to the table and snatched up the two dreamstones. “At least she didn’t take the dreamstones too. Otherwise I’d have hunted her to the ends of the earth!”

In his memory, a thirty-year-old stranger of a woman had just come to sell dreamstones. He’d tried to double-cross her, got beaten up for his trouble, and was even forced to pay five thousand federation coins above market price for the stones.

As for the payee “Sina” in the transaction record — who knew how many people in all of Canaan City were named Sina!

He wasn’t some federation archives officer. How would he know which Sina this Sina was?

As for the Sina at the welfare home — he only vaguely recognized her face. He had no idea what her name even was.