A collectible hunter was a special name for a person dealing in the business of buying and selling collectibles. The nickname existed because this kind of person was able to see different prices and meanings for each collectible based on the customer.
Collectibles were not cheap, and their dealers were usually pretty well off. Jiro was undoubtedly a rich man, and some of his customers did not care much about money. However, they definitely cared about how they looked to others.
The collectible hunter would y the game of finding out the best price the customer could offer. This would show how much the customer cared about the collectible, and the seller would be able to make a good amount of money as well.
There were too many purveyors of personal secrets in the world, and the collectible hunter fell right into this category. However, these people could only find out the secrets of regr people, as cultivators came with auras of their own. Besides, Jiro was going up against Wilbur this time.
Wilbur obviously knew how to handle Jiro, who stuck out his hand then and said, "The lowest I can go is five million dors, or you can forget it."
Wilbur''s expression darkened. He got to his feet and turned to leave. Jiro said nothing until Wilbur was almost at the door. "Aren''t you going to consider it a little longer, Mister Penn? The fourth dragon cauldron might mean a lot to you."
Wilbur said, "I told you my highest offer. Not only did you not listen to me, but you even tried adding two million dors to the price tag. That''s way more than I''m willing to pay, and so I don''t think there''s anything else we have to talk about."
Jiro said nothing, watching Wilbur leave wordlessly. Wilbur walked downstairs and had just reached the door when the butler called out to him. "Wait, Mister Penn! Mister Jiro''s agreed to your offer of three million dors. Please, go back upstairs and wait a little."
Wilbur sighed and turned around, heading back to the second floor when Jiro pushed the box right up to him. "Three million dors, Mister Penn. It''s all yours."
Jiro then gave Wilbur a bank ount number, to which Wilbur transferred the money. It was not long before Jiro''s phone received a notification, and Wilbur got up to leave.
Jiro piped up then. "Mister Penn, I have many more collections with me that I can show you if you''re interested. There might be a lot more collectibles you fancy."
"No, thank you. I only came for the cauldron, and I''ll be on my way since I got what I wanted."
Jiro appeared polite, but Wilbur''s impression of him had soured because he had changed the prices on his own. Now that Wilbur had gotten the fourth dragon cauldron for three million dors, there was no point in him staying here any longer.
It was dark by the time Wilbur came out of Jiro''s house, and he got himself a room at the nearest hotel. After having dinner at the restaurant on the first floor, Wilbur went upstairs and took a shower. Following that, he took out the fourth dragon cauldron and began channeling his dragon aura into it.
Wilbur had thought that the first dragon cauldron had absorbed the dragon aura pretty quickly, only for the fourth dragon cauldron to do so much more slowly. It may have something to do with the alert dragon depicted on the cauldron.
Despite so, things were still fine overall as Wilbur channeled part of his dragon aura into the cauldron.
Wilbur now had the first dragon cauldron, as well as the third and fourth dragon cauldrons. With them, he would be able to store his dragon aura. Wilbur spent the night resting cross-legged while his dragon aura circted through his body, and the immense dragon aura lifted Wilbur up into mid-air.
Following that, Wilbur channeled the extra dragon aura into all the first, third, and fourth dragon cauldrons. The three cauldrons hovered in the air, seeming to be a powerful pir of support for Wilbur. The next second, Wilbur got an idea and absorbed the dragon aura from all three cauldrons at the same time.