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As the image of the key took shape in his mind, Chris's urge to donate more gradually disappeared.

He looked at Logan quietly and said calmly, "Deacon Logan, this is the greatest 'gift' I can offer."

Upon hearing this, Logan's pupils contracted slightly, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

But he maintained that exceptionally kind smile and said to Chris, "Very good, the Holy Spirit doesn't care about the amount of 'intention'."

After saying that, Logan ignored Chris and went to collect donations from several newcomers.

Chris and Colin exchanged a glance, and Chris saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

It seems that Colin was also somewhat surprised that he was able to stick to his own wishes and donate only 1 silver crown.

Colin should know that there's something wrong with Logan.

Thinking of this, Chris's smile faded slightly.

He wondered what Colin would do if he were tempted by Logan to donate more money today.

Chris wasn't going to ask the other person that question.

Colin had helped him before, and now that all these things are over, all the favors have been repaid.

After that, they were just colleagues.

As Logan collected all the donations from the newlyweds present, the evangelistic meeting came to an end.

Believers who contribute 1000 or more can register with Logan and receive the special obsidian at the next gathering.

After giving Chris a slight smile, Colin squeezed into the crowd at the front.

Seeing this, Chris didn't say anything more.

A moment later.

The sermon ended, and the crowd dispersed.

Colin quickly walked up to Chris, and said with a slightly apologetic expression, "I'm sorry to have troubled you so much."

"It's alright, you've helped me a lot before," Chris said casually.

"So, you still have things to sell, right?" Colin asked.

"Yeah, you know that." Chris showed the other person the brown paper packaging bag in his hand.

"Buy two of those special candles at the stall where I took you to get your pass, and you can set up your stall," Colin said, his speech suddenly quickening.

Just after Colin finished speaking, the other person's gaze inadvertently swept past Chris and fell on a young woman passing by.

"You must buy all the candles and light them before you can set up your stall, otherwise you'll be kicked out if you're caught," Colin said, turning his gaze back to Chris and speaking even faster.

"Understood, you can go ahead and get back to work."

Chris maintained his faint smile. He knew exactly what Colin wanted to do. Colin had already told him everything he needed to set up the stall, and Chris was confident he could handle the rest.

"Hehe, I'll treat you to a big meal after get off work tomorrow." Colin put on an embarrassed expression again, said one last thing to Chris, and then chased after the young woman who had been walking ahead for a while.

After watching Colin leave, Chris composed himself and decided to buy two candles first, and then sell the handbag he was holding.

Soon after.

Chris walked casually through the alleyway of the gathering, glancing at the items on the stalls from time to time, stopping to examine anything that caught his eye.

His little handbag sold surprisingly well; he had barely lit the candles and taken the bag out when several passersby took a liking to it.

Seeing this situation, Chris naturally asked for a higher price than he had anticipated.

After some haggling, Chris sold it for 8.5 silver crowns.

This price was 2 silver kronor higher than the 6.5 silver kronor he had expected.

With money in hand, Chris also became interested in the mystical items on the stalls around him.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a stall in front of him.

Chris saw something very familiar.

"Hello, how much is this?"

Chris crouched down, pointed to a deck of cards on the stall, and asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was a rugged-looking man with messy hair.

The other person's muscles were so large that they strained against his shirt, which was completely different from Chris's stereotype of occult enthusiasts.

They've already studied the occult, yet they're still building such huge muscles. When encountering mysterious forces, can those big muscles save their lives?

Chris's gaze swept over the stall owner, and his mind began to wander into all sorts of thoughts.

"80".

A very mature male voice came from the direction of the stall owner, concise and powerful.

Upon hearing this, Chris looked up at the other person, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "80 what?"

"Copper crowns, huh? You can't possibly have silver crowns." The stall owner grinned, looking directly at Chris. "Of course, I'll take gold crowns too, if you're willing."

Upon hearing this, Chris's gaze fell once again on the deck of cards on the stall.

This deck of cards had no outer packaging; it was simply placed on the stall, slightly unfolded, allowing people to see the general color of the cards and some of the images on them.

This deck of cards is very similar to the deck Chris saw at the fortune-telling stall on Enclave Street.

"Can I take a look?" Chris asked, preparing to examine the item more closely before making a counter-offer.

"Of course, but be careful, this thing is quite old," the stall owner said generously.

Chris carefully picked up the deck of cards.

The deck of cards, like everything else on the stalls, looked rather dim; Chris initially thought it was due to the candlelight.

But upon closer inspection, he discovered that the deck of cards showed obvious signs of use; each card had rough edges and some even had obvious creases.

This deck of cards is clearly a printed product, printed uniformly with black ink.

Perhaps due to excessive use, some of the patterns on the cards have become blurry, and the cards themselves appear somewhat dirty.

Buying a deck of cards of this quality for 80 copper crowns is not a small sum.

As a large industrial city in the Im Empire, Rom City offers a wide variety of goods for purchase.

If possible, Chris would still like to buy a brand new deck of cards.

The key in his mind, he remembered, was the image of one of the cards in this deck.

The changes that occurred within myself, the incredibly realistic dream, and that mysterious space—perhaps all can be traced back to some useful information by following the clues of this deck of cards.

Therefore, he definitely needs to own a deck of cards like this, but not necessarily the one in front of him.

But if the price is right, Chris might as well buy it first.

After all, Chris wasn't sure if other department stores had these kinds of occult playing cards.

In this world, online shopping doesn't exist yet. Finding a niche item can take a long or short time. If you miss this opportunity, and then can't find it anywhere else for a while, that would be frustrating.

"Your cards are too old. I'll only bet 40 copper crowns at most."

"make a deal."