【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

You don’t have to ask to know that most of the goods in the store are expensive.

I browsed the stalls.

……

The stalls really have everything.

Some stall owners arranged their items neatly, while others just piled them haphazardly on the floor.

Scales, flesh, weapons, jewelry, mineral fragments of various colors and textures...

It seems like there's everything.

It also seems that nothing is completely unpredictable.

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I continued walking around, thinking about the appearance of the beads in my mind.

Compare them one by one with the unknown spheres on the stall.

Neither of them is worthy of each other.

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There are fights happening around us from time to time.

The black market is indeed not peaceful.

Murder and robbery, kidnapping in the street...

I pretended to be calm and not surprised.

It's really an eye-opener.

Maybe it's the slightly raised shape of my breasts, or maybe it's the expensive fabric of my clothes.

So far, no one has come to bother me.

Maybe they thought I was a foreigner because I was such a weak female and dared to show off in public like this...

The strength of an alien race is indeed not determined by its physique.

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When you are away from home, your identity and trump cards are all given by yourself.

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I browse around and occasionally ask about the prices.

Get a rough idea of ​​the consumption level here.

There is no uniform price.

The boss sells it based on his mood.

If you are in a good mood, you can ask for less, and it doesn’t matter whether you sell it or not, you can give a higher price.

If you like something, you will pay a high price. If you don't like something, you may just sell it for a small price.

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The main theme is casual.

I don’t know these things either.

There are beautiful, fun and interesting things.

Ask the price, if the price is good, I will take one or two.

Fashionable little waste!

I understand.

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Just as I was attracted by a strange dagger on the stall, I saw a gray bead in the corner.

It looks quite like the energy source of the wizard plant. I wonder if applying fluorescent paint can fool that stupid book...

Sadly, it's not.

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The boss saw that I had been looking at the beads for a while and took the initiative to ask, "Sister, are you interested in it?"

I looked up at her, without comment.

"I bought it from a down-and-out female. She said it was a plant sperm nucleus. Anyone with a discerning eye would know it doesn't look like..." The boss seemed to be explaining and reminiscing. "She probably understood that, too, so she didn't give an outrageous price."

"It's been lying around for years, and no one's interested. The color isn't nice either. It's barely even worth using as a decorative ornament..." He sighed, "I was young and kind-hearted back then. Seeing her, a single woman, raising a few disabled guys on her own, I softened my heart..."

The boss said this and smiled. His smile was filled with helplessness and a sigh.

But I somehow felt that she had no regrets.

I may not be as soft-hearted as I was when I was young, and I won't make things difficult for myself for others. But I don't regret what happened.

Quite frank.

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If the original owner survived, he would have witnessed everything that happened afterwards.

Witness what I've been through.

Will I be able to sigh one day in the future, smile at myself, and smile at my youth?

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"Boss, what's the price for this?" I asked softly.

"What? Are you attracted by the story?" She laughed out loud.

"Price." I said briefly.

"This little female is so boring." She smiled and shook her head, then raised her head to me, "One hundred thousand, can you afford it?"

My movements paused noticeably.

She looked at my hesitation and laughed out loud.

"That's the price I bought it for. The dagger you just saw was the gray one, so ugly. She gave it to me, saying she could never repay me and that seeing her again was such and such... tsk, so boring." She behaved casually and laughed all the time.

I don’t know if he was laughing at that person or her past self.

Or maybe, right now, at this moment, she is now.

"One hundred thousand, if you buy it. The dagger is yours."