Kapitel 54: Durian (Part 1)

Amalia was mentally prepared for the actions of the thin stall owner, so when she suddenly heard those words, it didn't surprise him. She then said to the boy, "The choice is yours."

The boy hesitated for a moment and said, "It's alright, please help me repair it. I trust you."

The thin stall owner's face darkened instantly.

"Since you trust me, I won't let you down," Amalia promised.

The boy shyly smiled and asked, "Do I need to wander around nearby and then come back to collect it?"

"No need, just give me twenty minutes," Amalia firmly declined.

The boy widened his eyes in surprise.

"Twenty minutes? Are you kidding me? How could you repair an artifact in just twenty minutes? Even a beginner level one wouldn't be possible. Even for experienced people like us, it would take at least an hour or more. young boy, you can still change your mind," the thin stall owner increasingly felt that Amalia was here to discredit them.

A young lad with no experience claiming it only takes twenty minutes to repair an artifact – it was simply dreaming.

Though the boy was somewhat surprised, but for some reason, seeing Amalia's calm expression made him involuntarily trust her a bit more. "It's alright, I trust her," he said.

The thin stall owner spat, "Not listening to advice will make you cry."

Unaffected by the stall owner's words, Amalia believed the boy's artifact was indeed slightly damaged and only needed minor repair.

The reason she needed twenty minutes was because the artifact wasn't crafted by her. So she needed the first ten minutes to understand the construction of the artifact; otherwise, ten minutes would have sufficed.

However, this situation was viewed quite differently by the three stall owners.

This was Amalia's first time repairing an artifact in front of them. Not only Lysandre, the thin stall owner who dared to compete for business with her, but also the old and chubby stall owners, wanted to know if she truly had the skills.

So, the three of them made no attempt to hide their gaze, closely watching Amalia's every move.

Amalia, unafraid of others learning from her while she set up her stall, she selected a suitable material from the table and openly started repairing the artifact.

The thin stall owner intermittently checked his watch. At the nine-minute mark, he was already convinced that Amalia couldn't finish. Just as he was about to express his disdain, Amalia's calm voice came from across the table.

"It's done."