After Rafael and the other two people visited, Amalia's business improved. That day, when he helped repair the artifacts for the two, there were others watching, and they found that her abilities was indeed remarkable.
Consequently, a few of them became interested, so they rejecting the thin stall owner's offers and instead seeking out Amalia help, which made the thin stall owner very angry, but he can't do anything.
Bluntly speaking, for some people, artifacts are their lifeblood, and no one wants their lifeblood to be in jeopardy. So, whoever has higher skills, that's who the customers will seek.
Even though this method doesn't earn Amalia money as quickly as selling artifacts herself, after these days of repairs, she found crafting artifacts in the future to be more effortless than before.
As she bid farewell to the last customer, Amalia noticed that the sky had darkened, and preparing to close her stall.
"You're really hiding your talents, little sister," the chubby stall owner sighed as Amalia walked past carrying her things.
Amalia paused, "Just making a living."
"Your talent at making a living surpasses many of us," the chubby stall owner stroked his chin, shaking his head. Initially, they had overlooked a gem, and mistaking it as a stone for what was clearly a gold.
Amalia's repair quality alone had made them forget their competition, "Little sister, are you also from the Market?"
The chubby stall owner couldn't help but inquire, considering someone with such talent shouldn't be buried.
Amalia simply responded with an "Hmm" and continued walking.
The chubby stall owner didn't stop her, realizing that Amalia was reluctant to reveal too much about herself.
After Amalia disappeared from sight, turning to the thin stall owner, who has gloomy expression. The chubby stall owner advised him by saying: "You better not antagonize her. Judging by the trend these past few days, there will only be more people seeking her for artifact repairs in the future."
The thin stall owner hung his head, silent.
...
Amalia inserted her hand into her pocket and was pricked by something. Retrieving it, she discovered it was the packet of White Rabbit milk candies that Rafael had given to her.
Despite Rafael's casual remark, Amalia knew these milk candies were not easy to come by.
Amalia put the candy back in her pocket, deciding to take a shortcut back to her apartment that night, a decision she would soon regret.
Night fell quickly, and the dusk lights along the roadside flickered faintly. At the end of the narrow path, set against the backdrop of distant neon lights, the darkness loomed eerily.
Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the silent night, as if someone had a megaphone right beside your ear.
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In the dim light, Amalia witnessed the asphalt road ahead suddenly rupturing from below, as if a force from beneath caused the ground to burst, hurling shards of stone in all directions, some even piercing walls and glass.
A building was relatively close to the collapsed ground.
Its foundation seemed damaged, causing the structure to thin towards its neighboring building.
With each passing moment, the angle of the tilting increased.
From the darkness, a figure dashed out, trying to support the thining building.
Despite exerting all of its strength, it couldn't stabilize the building, which ultimately collapsed against the adjacent structure. Fortunately, both buildings did not completely crumble.
Once the situation seemed temporarily under control, the figure vanished back into the darkness.
Shortly after, the sounds of a fighting emanated from the darkness.
As nearby low-rise buildings continued to collapse during the fighting, the intensity of the battle between the two individuals appeared to escalate.
Amalia observed the battle that drawing closer towards her. She wasn't the one who like to involve herself in such things. So, she turned around and want to leave but suddenly, her expression changed, and she quickly took a few steps backward.
"It's you."
Amalia stared in surprise at the man who appeared behind her. That face that had frequently appeared in her mind lately, and one she couldn't seem to forget even she want to.
"It's you," the man said the same thing again to her, and even speaking a bit earlier than her. Indicating that he still remembered her: "Why didn't you call the number I gave you before?"
Although it was dark, Amalia felt that man's face seems to be dazzling in front of her. So, she subconsciously avoiding direct eye contact with him. she knew she might get entangled, so she tried to leave promptly.
"Wait."
Amalia's pupils contracted. This was the second time he had caught her wrist, but she still didn't noticed it again!
"Let go!"
"You haven't answered my question." The man looking directly into her eyes, his bright pupils reflecting her figure.
Amalia couldn't figure out if he was pretending to be clueless. Who would call a man who they only meet once and especially after being forced to receive a note to them? Certainly not her.
"If i'm the one who give you the note, would you call me?"
"Yes." The man answered calmly.
Amalia choked for a moment, realizing she was anticipating something, hoping this inherently unconventional man would say something she wanted to hear. "Let's talk somewhere else."
"Will you tell me then?" the man asked, blinking.
Amalia found him sly. She had intended to brush him off, but she could see two people fighting nearby. Staying longer might genuinely implicated her. "Fine, I'll tell you."
"Then let's go." The man turned and pulled her along.
Not long after they left, the ground at the spot where they had been standing collapsed entirely.
Amalia glanced back, and a hint of deeper meaning flashing in her eyes.
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