Artificer (Part 3)
Amalia smiled and responded, "You're quite generous, Boss Zenón. I'll definitely come back if I need more. Also, there's something I'd like to ask you about. Is there a shop on this street that sells Amulets?"
"You're asking the right person. Just go out and turn right. Walk for about seventy meters, and you'll see a shop with a pair of white lanterns hanging at the entrance. The old man who runs it has a peculiar temperament and likes to be called 'Boss.' Just mention that I referred you," Boss Zenón added, "Come back for the remaining materials in two days."
Amalia nodded, expressed her gratitude, and left.
The assistant who had brought her there observed Amalia departure and approached Boss Zenón, asking, "Boss Zenón, this young woman is at most in her twenties. Why are you treating her so kindly? Didn't she refuse to acknowledge it?"
"It doesn't matter if she did or didn't. Building a positive connection is good for the future," Boss Zenón replied, smiling amiably, resembling the Buddha Maitreya.
Amalia quickly located the shop Boss Zenón had mentioned. White lanterns were never a good sign. Regardless of whether it was on Earth or in the future world, it wasn't common for people to hang white lanterns in front of their homes. This was the first time Amalia had encountered such a sight.
"Boss, I was referred by Boss Zenón. He said your shop has good Amulets," Amalia said to the old man running the shop.
The old man glanced at Amalia and replied casually, "Wait a moment." He went inside and returned with a wooden box. Upon opening it, a variety of Amulets were revealed—strengthening Amulets, Qi-gathering Amulets, purification Amulets, fire spirit Amulets, lightning Amulets, and more.
"A low-grade Amulet costs two thousand, a mid-grade Amulet costs ten thousand, and a high-grade Amulet costs twenty-five thousand."
Having just spent three hundred thousand, and with the money earned by the original owner, Amalia had only around two hundred thousand left. One high-grade, fifth-level Amulet cost twenty-five thousand. Though she hesitated, she understood that she had to spend it. After a brief consideration, she made up her mind.
"I'll take two high-grade Amulets, eight mid-grade Amulets, and twenty low-grade Amulets," Amalia suddenly had an idea. "Boss, how much do you charge for Amulet paper?"
The old man gave her a glance and replied, "One bundle of a hundred sheets—five hundred for low-grade, one thousand five hundred for mid-grade, and five thousand for high-grade."
Calculating her remaining funds, Amalia purchased some. In the blink of an eye, she spent another two hundred thousand, leaving only a few thousand in her account.
The old man let Amalia choose the types of Amulets she wanted and packed the Amulet paper.
After picking her Amulets, paying the money, Amalia finally transformed herself into a pauper once more.
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