Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 26 Trading

Soon after.

Carl returned to the stall.

"There are six portions of soul powder and twelve black stones in total. You can give me ten stones, Uncle." Aya rubbed her hands together, her face flushed.

Ten black stones—this was the largest single transaction she had ever made since she started her stall.

After deducting the cost of acquiring Soul Powder from others, you can earn nearly three Black Stones.

"Six portions?" Carl frowned slightly, crouching down to examine the powder, his tone slightly displeased:

"Is that all?"

Out of respect for the late stall owner, Cologne, he gave him enough time to collect the soul powder, but he only managed to collect six portions, far from his goal.

"Uncle..." Aya's face paled, then she gritted her teeth and said:

"It's my fault for not being capable, but if you give me more time, I'm sure I can collect more soul powder."

"I swear on my life!"

Karl looked up.

The other party didn't make excuses for their insufficient collection, but directly admitted that they weren't capable enough.

This was somewhat unexpected for him.

If it were someone else, they would most likely say that they had done their best, or that others didn't have any Soul Powder, etc.

"one day."

Standing up, Karl spoke slowly:

"If you had one day, how much soul powder could you collect?"

"One day?" Aya lowered her head, thought for a moment, and then answered:

"Twenty portions!"

"At least twenty portions. If you're willing to lend me the capital, I can collect thirty portions."

"Alright then." Karl nodded.

"Just twenty copies. I'll come back around this time tomorrow. I hope you can collect them as you said."

As he spoke, he took out the ten black stones he had exchanged and handed them over.

As for the principal lent to the other party...

He has no such intention; his willingness to continue business dealings with the other party is already the greatest act of goodwill Carl can show at present.

"Thank you, sir."

Excitedly accepting the black stone, Aya frantically patted her withered chest:

"By tomorrow, I will have collected them all."

Carl didn't respond, turned and left. At this point, no matter how confident one is, it's not as good as having enough quantity when the time comes.

He also needs to raise supplies.

Twenty servings of Soul Powder require forty Black Stones; if you trade them for bread or cured meat, you'd need at least a cartload.

One trip is definitely not enough.

Upon returning to Signoria, he hailed a carriage to the market, where he bought a cartload of bread and cured meat to take home.

At the same time, using the fragments of the divine realm, they were sent to Black City in batches for safekeeping.

"Um?"

Karl's face stiffened.

After traveling through time multiple times and returning to Signoria, he was shocked to find that he could no longer enter the fragments of the divine realm.

This made him somewhat flustered.

Fragments of the divine realm and another world were his greatest trump cards since his transmigration, but now they are unusable?

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, a sensation came from the depths of my consciousness.

It's not that it can't be used.

Instead, traversing multiple times in a short period of time is also strenuous for the fragments of the divine realm, requiring them to rest.

It cannot be used for at least one day.

"As long as it works, that's good enough."

Karl breathed a sigh of relief:

"I didn't expect there to be this restriction. Luckily, it wasn't an emergency evacuation, or we would have been in serious trouble!"

If we can't use it for one day, then we'll wait for another day, but we definitely won't be able to make it to the time we agreed on with Aya.

The next day.

Karl appeared at the Rakka market.

"Uncle!"

The moment Aya saw him, she was overjoyed and jumped to her feet.

"You've arrived."

She didn't ask Karl why he stood her up yesterday, nor did she show any resentment; she remained as enthusiastic as ever.

"Feel sorry."

Karl lowered his head slightly:

"Something came up yesterday, so I couldn't come."

"It's nothing." Aya waved her hand, looking quite forthright.

"I trust you, Uncle. If there really wasn't a reason, you definitely wouldn't break your promise."

"Uncle, you've come at the right time. I visited several other places yesterday and bought a total of thirty-two portions of Soul Powder."

"Thirty-two portions?" Karl's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze lingering on Aya's outstretched arms as she waved them.

Those slender arms were covered in scars.

"Aya."

"exist."

"Do you want the black stone, or do you want food?" Karl asked slowly.

"I have a batch of bread, cured meat and some milk in town, I can sell them to you cheaply."

"But you'll need to come with me."

"Bread, cured meat, milk?" Aya swallowed hard, her eyes showing hesitation.

These items are more cost-effective at the market compared to Blackstone.

Moreover, if she really sells it cheaply as Carl said, she can make another profit by reselling it.

"Uncle." Aya's eyes flickered.

"Please wait a moment."

He then wrapped the items from the stall in a bundle, slung it over his shoulder, turned around, and ran off.

Ruins somewhere.

"I want Blackstone!"

A tall, muscular man with a very childish voice rang out:

"Sister, the black stone is readily available. He wouldn't dare to play tricks if we traded it at the market. Who knows what we might encounter if we go out with him?"

"Xiao Nan is right." A hoarse voice followed immediately:

"Making money steadily is better than anything else. There's never a shortage of murder and robbery in Black City."

"But..." Aya struggled to speak:

"Winter month is almost here, and we'll have a hard time getting through it without enough supplies. Besides, I've been at the market for so long, and I haven't even earned enough to cover the stall fees. This is an opportunity."

"Do you know him?" An elderly man, swaying unsteadily, emerged from the darkness and asked.

Do you know who he is?

"Why is he able to procure such a large amount of food? And why do you trust him? Have you considered the consequences?"

The old man pressed on with his questions, relentlessly pressing the issue.

"I don't know him well," Aya shook her head, speaking seriously.

"But Uncle Cologne once said that this person always manages to get his hands on things that others can't, and his identity is very mysterious. This kind of person shouldn't be short of money, and I don't have anything on me that would make him bother with me."

"In case..." The old man paused, tapping his cane.

"What if?"

"I want to take a gamble." Aya's eyes were fixed.

"If he really has a lot of food, I can get in touch with him and benefit a lot in the future."

"What if we get scammed..."

"So I lost the bet, and I accept the consequences!"

"You..." the old man exclaimed angrily.

"I shouldn't have let you buy the Cologne stall in the first place. With your skills and mining instincts, you could have easily made a living."

"Alive?" Aya's face was filled with bitterness.

"They're just alive."

"Mining day and night, what's the difference between that and being an animal? I don't want to be an animal for the rest of my life."

"Sister." The tall, strong 'boy' stepped forward:

"I'll go with you."

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Carl didn't have to wait long before Aya returned, this time with a large man who was wrapped up tightly in his clothes.

"Uncle."

Aya smiled:

"If there's a lot of food, I'm afraid I can't carry it all by myself, so I found a companion."

"Um."

Karl nodded slowly.

It's normal for the other party to be cautious, and he didn't feel threatened by that big man.

Let's go!

He turned around and gestured for the other person to follow.

The snow in the city continued, and the black snow accumulated thicker and thicker on the ground, with sparse and scattered footprints visible on the road.

Not long after.

"It's inside."

Carl winked at the wooden house ahead.

Just as Aya was about to step forward, the burly man beside her reached out and stopped her. Then the burly man cautiously walked to the door of the wooden house.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door was pushed open.

The sight of mountains of bread, meat strips, and buckets of fresh milk left the burly man frozen in place.

Aya tensed up. Although her face remained expressionless, the nails on her ten fingers dug into her flesh, drawing blood, but she was completely unaware of the pain.

Really!

They really do have the means to get a lot of food!

Karl remained expressionless. Whether for the sake of facilitating transactions or for future development, he needed an agent here, and Aya, who had little background, was just the right person.

(End of this chapter)