Players in the blacksmith guild had never seen what epic equipment looked like. For them to enter the central hub at this time meant their skills were above average at best. They would never dare to dream about a mythic-tier equipment. It was an extravagant dream they would never contemplate, even in their fantasies. However, they actually witness a piece of equipment of that caliber with their own eyes. It wasn't just any equipment, but an extremely rare badge. As expected of Nighthale. It was unbelievable. "Nighthale, can I add you as a friend? I've been a loyal fan for ten years." "Where did that equipment come from? Can you tell me? I'll pay. Just name your price." "Nighthale, can I tag along? My friend's super pretty. She's the prettiest in the school. I can introduce her to you." "Nighthale, I'm your long-lost brother-in-law! My sister has black stockings on today. Add me! I'll send pics. If you're not into that, I can wear them instead." … The guild grew even more chaotic. Everyone was talking over each other, desperate to get Nighthale's attention. It was as if they would swallow him whole right there. They couldn't let this once-in-a-lifetime chance go by. Pride and dignity were nothing compared to the benefits of gaining Nighthale's favor. Who would reject money just for the sake of dignity? However, Aiden ignored the frenzy around him. He pulled a few more epic equipment he got from the Abyss Trial out of his inventory and set them before Dahl. "These too. Appraise them." "Sure." Dahl thumped his chest. "But seriously. Did these epic equipment drop from the trial?" Aiden nodded. Tsk. Tsk. Dahl shook his head in amazement. This is what you call a steady supply. He got to work right away and started casting his appraisal skill. Ding! Ding!With each crisp chime, another epic equipment was successfully identified. After appraising the Medal of Dominion, Dahl's appraisal skill had leveled up significantly. He could now identify epic equipment without fail. "Holy crap! All of them are top-tier equipment." "My poor heart can't take this." Many others commented at the scene before them, while others had their eyes glued to the equipment, glazed with desire. "Nighthale, you won't need all this stuff, right? Will you sell some of them?" Someone finally couldn't resist asking. This time, Aiden actually replied. He gave the guy a calm glance. "They're up for sale, but you might not be able to afford them." "Come on. Don't be like that." The guy raised an eyebrow. There was hope. He thumped his chest proudly and said, "My dad owns three publicly listed companies. Money isn't an issue." "I only accept in-game marks," Aiden said coolly. He had no intention of revealing his identity, so there was no way he would trade offline.Although he reloaded 2.2 billion into the game, he still had plenty left. He wasn't hurting for cash. "Marks…" The rich kid frowned. "Still doable, but I'll need time to gather them." "Then forget it or now. These are Level 30 equipment. You can't use them anyway," Aiden said indifferently. Since the equipment was meant for other classes, there was no point in keeping them when he had no use for them. He had no plans to form a guild, either. So it was better to sell them. "That's fair." The rich kid sighed regretfully. The gap was just too big. He couldn't equip it even if it were free. The disparity between their levels was simply cruel. … Meanwhile— "Holy crap! Nighthale just showed up in Leafport and is getting appraisals for a bunch of epic equipment. As expected of a master like him!" "Are you sure about that? Someone said Nighthale showed up last time, too. I rushed over to find an imposter. I was so mad I nearly had a stroke.""I never lie! Look at these pics. They're shot on-site. It's a blacksmith guild in Eastguard. The coordinates are…" "Holy crap. I'm going back to the city now." News of Nighthale's appearance spread like wildfire. Many players were thrilled to finally have news of the legend himself, especially players in Leafport. Anyone who wasn't tied up with something rushed toward the city. "Exactly as I predicted. Nighthale returned to the city." In a tavern inside the city, a handsome young man with Swiftwind, the elite assassin, as his personal guard, smiled confidently. It was the smile of someone who looked to be in complete control. He stood, smiling with calm assurance. "Let's go. He's not far from us. After today, our guild will welcome a true master." The rest said nothing and merely followed behind him. … Once all the equipment was appraised, Aiden headed for the duke's estate. Level 30 marked the moment he could begin his second Class Advancement.