Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 71 Aircraft and Knights

"It's only two pounds cheaper, which is the price of a cake. No, two pounds is already a lot for an average family." Audrey thought to herself.

"This is too exaggerated. Is anyone really going to believe it?" Alger pressed his hand against his temple.

Turning around, he saw Derrick with tears in his eyes.

And the cake maker?

Well, he just doesn't have enough experience.

Although Derrick didn't know what a gold pound was, he could still understand the number from nine hundred and ninety-nine to eight.

Derrick felt extremely guilty. He couldn't even come up with a single gold pound.

Derrick lowered his head.

This is too much! Alger felt his nonexistent conscience being touched.

But what does this have to do with me? Alger discarded the meaningless things. Never mind the nonsense.

"Mr. Demon, isn't the danger level of your artifact a bit too high?" Alger was the first to lower the price. "It directly extracts 90% of your spiritual power. If you don't rest immediately, I'm afraid it will easily cause you to lose control, right?"

"Indeed," Serris acknowledged Alger's words, "but that is..."

The gray mist on the long table turned into the appearance of Fulmin Gum.

"Because you didn't use my Fuling Gum. As long as you use it, your success rate will become 100%. Even if you use 100 lottery tickets at once, it will be the same."

"Only one-fifth of it will give you about a day's luck." Serris explained to Little Sun, then raised a finger. "Now I'll continue giving benefits to my family. Don't worry about the safety of the products, my dears. These are absolutely reliable, century-old stores that won't cheat."

"The people of Loen don't cheat the people of Loen... nor do they cheat the people of Silver City. Now, in the kingdom of Mr. Straight Fool, for five thousand pounds, I'll give you one tube, two tubes, three tubes, five tubes of Fuling Glue, plus ten Fool's Lotto tickets! Only for the members of the Tarot Club! Only five thousand pounds, only five thousand pounds! Take it home!"

Did you mean the live broadcast room? You definitely meant the live broadcast room, right? Are you really not a time traveler? Klein roared in his heart.

But on second thought, Serris even has a mobile phone, so it’s normal for him to have live streaming.

"Mr. Devil, don't lower the price anymore." Little Sun, feeling guilty, couldn't help but remind him.

"It doesn't matter. I'm here today to give my family a better shopping experience."

Five thousand… The Hanged Man, Alger, closed his eyes and calculated whether he could afford that much cash on his ship. Audrey saw Alger's embarrassment and entanglement, and understandingly didn't rush to buy it.

She is simply an angel.

Klein was also envious, but... five thousand... forty-one years' salary...

"Can you swear to Mr. Fool that the effect will be exactly as you described?" Alger said with difficulty.

Serris raised three fingers. "I swear to Mr. Fool, the effect will be exactly as I said!"

Alger took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, "How are you supposed to give me the things, and how am I supposed to give you the money?"

"You're in Backlund now, right? Then just have someone bring the money to my tavern. We have a branch there. Give it to the tavern manager wearing a monocle and ask for the manager's merchandise. Remember, it's the 'World's End' tavern."

Alger nodded with difficulty: "Okay."

Seeing no one raised any objections, Serris continued, "The second item is a bit more expensive. It's a larger flying vehicle. It has strong sea, land, and air combat capabilities."

"One hundred thousand pounds."

When Alger heard that it had strong sea, land, and air combat capabilities, he was interested. However, when he heard the price, he immediately lost interest.

The gray mist on the long table condensed into a brigantine.

How could a ship be called a flying vehicle? Everyone was puzzled.

"I call it..." [Noah's Ark? Vimana? Hyperion?]

"The Jackdaw."

[What! It's the Sky-Diving Jackdaw! Then it's undoubtedly a flying vehicle!]

"It doesn't require shells. Each bombardment is equivalent to a full-strength slash from a Warrior Path Sequence 5 attack, with the added bonus of the extraordinary effects of [Reaper]."

"It can be shrunk to the size of a fist and carried around with you, ready to use at any time."

"That's right. Whether it's flying, diving, diving, or sailing on land, there's no problem. It can easily withstand attacks within Sequence Five and even has an automatic repair function. Even if it is blown into pieces, it can be restored the next day as long as it is piled together." Serris explained to everyone.

"Of course, if some of the planks are missing and not replaced, the restored volume will be smaller."

"How many people can it accommodate?" Although he knew he couldn't afford it, Alger couldn't help but ask.

"I haven't tried it, but if we squeeze in, there could be about a hundred people."

Alger closed his eyes, not looking at the ship. One hundred thousand pounds... how long would it take to save up...

Ceris looked at Audrey, who smiled and shook her head.

No need.

He looked at Derrick again, and Derrick said shamefully that there was nothing of equivalent value to exchange, and the goods could not be delivered.

Finally, Ceris looked at Klein.

Klein smiled but said nothing.

Do I look like I can afford it?
For gods, money is external to the body. It is normal not to have it.

That's right, that's it.

"What a pity, no one wants you." Cerus said to Alger, "Mr. Hanged Man, I'll keep you here for at least a year."

Alger closed his eyes and nodded, "Thank you."

"Okay, next one then."

The gray fog turned into a doll.

"It's a combat-armed puppet," Serris gestured. "It's about the size of two palms."

"I call it the Brown Pig Knight."

"Mr. Devil, where's the brown pig?" Audrey asked after observing for a while.

Ceres replied, "There are no brown pigs, only knights."

The image of the gray fog enlarged, revealing a knight wearing a black police uniform and holding a pistol.

"It cannot attack white objects, but it will empty its magazine in half a second when targeting black objects. It has a capacity of 12 rounds, and its destructive power is equivalent to the air bullets fired by a Sequence Seven magician."

"When facing black, the bullet has a locking and tracking effect, and basically won't miss."

"The attack effect will increase as the color of the attacked object darkens, up to a Sequence 5 air bullet."

"Recharge your energy with spiritual power every 24 hours. You also need to recharge after firing a bullet."

"To use it, point at the target and yell 'Neige' in front of it."

"The negative effect is that if there are Highlanders nearby and they are holding something, there is a certain chance that it will be triggered automatically and the magazine will be emptied on the Highlanders."

PS: I tried setting a threshold, but there were too many people applying to unlock it. Okay, then I'll unlock it. Look how good I am to you, do you still have the nerve to give me a bad review?
(End of this chapter)