Wrong, my skills refresh every week

"How many of these fruits do you have? I want them all!"

Charles grinned...

"Brother, I'm telling you, you won't make big money if you're too cautious." He held up five fingers: "This is the price now."

"50?!" The businessman glanced at Charles' backpack, which contained at least 100 coins.

There was greed in his eyes, doesn't it mean that this kid is carrying 5000w of goods? Greed flashed across his mind, and the merchant quickly recalled the poor and ordinary hand of Charles.

My pupils shrank slightly... This kid doesn't have any magic chants!

He immediately showed a flattering smile on his face and handed over his business card: "Little brother, 50 is 50! I want it all, just consider it as making a friend!"

Ciel took the business card and put it in his arms: "You can call me Joker. Since you are so straightforward, I will contact you if I have something good in the future."

"Thank you, thank you!" The merchant handed over a gold card from the Goblin Vault in a flattering manner: "This is my bearer gold card in the Orario Vault, and it contains a deposit of 5000 million Faris. I will pay the rest with holy gold coins."

Charles flipped through the gold card. He had never seen such a high-end thing before. But it did have a miraculous magic aura similar to that of the old goblin. It didn't seem fake.

Ciel took the purse again, counted it briefly, and poured out all his crystal fruits: "No problem, a total of 5550 million Faris, money and goods are settled, see you later."

……

After Charles left, two mysterious men, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, with their faces covered by black and gray cloaks, walked out of the boathouse.

The dog-man boss flatteringly presented the [Gem Fruit] in his hand to the two of them.

"My Lord, this seems to be a high-magic crop that is purer than the branches of the Great Saint Tree. Would you like to try it?"

The burly man in black robe stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab the fruit and put it into his mouth. A shocking crunching sound came out of the black robe's mouth. After a pause, some wood debris was spit out on the ground by him.

"No, it's a bit hard, I can't chew it, and I can't swallow it. But... it's okay, it tastes like a gem fruit, and it looks like it's dropped by a vegetation monster close to level 5."

"Humph, a little kid can actually come up with a tool of this level. It seems that it is necessary to first explore the current capabilities of Orario."

He actually crushed the fruit core made of extremely fine metal with just his teeth.

The businessman was stunned.

The other gray-robed man held the fruit elegantly, and with a flick of magic power in his hand, the peel broke off, revealing pure white flesh.

She took a small bite and chewed slowly.

After a pause, she felt the uneasy magic in her body slowly calming down. Her body was indeed much more relaxed. Her plump lips exposed under the gray robe moved up and down:

"not bad."

The sturdy man in black robe smiled contemptuously: "I am already looking forward to meeting some kind of opponent in today's Orario. I hope I won't be disappointed."

"I guess it's just some disturbing noise." With that, the man in gray robe returned to the boathouse.

"You're not going?"

"No. I have something personal to attend to." The man in gray robe recalled the figure of his old friend.

Want to go...see that kid?

……

On the main road of the port city,

Charles hid under a dark cloak, leisurely strolling around this bustling town. The slightly moist sea breeze seemed to be able to blow away the haze in people's hearts and let them bathe in the warm sunshine.

He stood in front of a pancake stall, waiting for the food to be finished.

I thought:

"I made a fortune this time. I earned nearly 5000 million Farley in one go. Speaking of which, the profit here is half of Ai Si's... Hehe, forget it. She is still young. There is no use for her to take the money. I will save it for her first."

Thinking of Ais, I guess she's already received a Spartan scolding from Livilia.

Maybe I'll be thrown into the water and forced to learn how to swim...

puff...

Charles couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that Ais would still be a landlubber seven years later.

Being with a cute girl is always so wonderful and worth remembering. It is also easy to have an illusion...

For example, will she like me?

Forget it, I guess she's just a temporary teammate, we can just use each other. Women will only slow down the speed at which I become stronger.

It also makes people ignore the potential risks...

Charles raised his head and stared at the uncle who was selling pancakes in front of him: "Boss, how many years have you been selling pancakes?"

"Ten years, what's wrong?"

It takes you ten years to make an omelet, but now it’s in tatters and even burns the pan?

"Nothing..." Ciel shut up.

In the past, people were very unskilled in this kind of business, and those who boasted about how many years they had been in the business were either plainclothes police officers or criminals.

Ciel looked around subconsciously, and after careful inspection, he found that there were quite a few similar stalls. Even the passers-by who passed by him sometimes seemed to move stiffly, as if they were deliberately patrolling.

"Sir, your cake is ready."

"Ah, oh."

Charles took it subconsciously, and noticing the boss's unfriendly look, he silently took out a scarlet dagger from his arms, pierced the scattered tenderloin, and put it into his mouth.

The air around seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and then it relaxed, and passers-by and shop owners began to talk and bargain again.

The pancake vendor was lying on the stall, teasing Charles jokingly:

"Hey, which department are you from? Who is your superior? You came out dressed like this. If it weren't for the dagger in your hand, I would have thought you were a spy sent by Orario."

Xia Er was sweating profusely: "I am from the Rudra clan, and my eldest brother is Jhara. Uh, senior, our street..."

"No wonder, those slave traders don't care about that." The shop owner chuckled and said, "You're half right. Half of the people in the entire port are ours."

"However, this news must be concealed from Orarie. You cannot come out in all black like you do. Come, follow me. I will help you change your clothes."

"You're a very nice person." Charles couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 42 Cassandra: The script... is wrong?!

Through the crowd, Charles followed the uncle to his residence. Along the way, Charles attracted many subtle gazes, and concluded that the entire Melen was under the control of the dark faction.

The merchant who had done business with him before might also have some connection with the dark faction, and might also be selling the "Trunk of the Great Sage Tree" in private.

However, in Charles' opinion, it is a bit far-fetched to say that these people are members of the dark faction. At best, they are just a spontaneous collaboration driven by interests.

On the way...

Ciel asked the question that was on his mind.

"Uncle, why do you want to join us?"

The shop owner turned his head, his pupils became empty and dead: "So that I can meet those children again in the next life."

It turned out to be Mr. Believer...

I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Charles said no more, but the shop owner seemed to have opened up:

"My parents, wife, and children have all gone to heaven. Now I am the only one left with my only daughter. This world is too twisted. People die every day. Later, I realized that if I didn't want to die for no reason, I had to join them..."

"As long as we become a family, we won't lose our lives."

Charles was stunned: "Great minds think alike."

"That's what I thought at first, until my companions left me again..." The uncle smiled unconsciously:

"But it doesn't matter! I saw that lord, and he promised me that as long as I sacrificed my life for Lord Thanatos, we would be together again when the promised day comes."

"Haa ...

The uncle did not answer Charles' question, but pushed open an old wooden door: "We're here."

"Dad, I prayed for Lord Thanatos today. When can we sacrifice our lives for him?"

A childish voice sounded from the room.

Charles poked his head out and saw a little girl about 10 years old. She had a fluffy dark blue hairstyle with bangs covering half of her eyes. She was wearing a jet-black dress that looked like a uniform issued by the dark faction.

"It will be almost time. We will see you all again soon." The uncle touched the little girl's hair with a kind face.

Well, this family is hopeless. It's a pity to lose such a young child.

Ciel always felt that he should do something. If an adult wanted to commit suicide, he had no interest in stopping them, but if a child was instigated or indoctrinated with some wrong perceptions...

Hmm... I don't know if leaving her alone in this world is a kind of torture.

Ciel frowned in thought.

The little girl suddenly saw the stranger and subconsciously shrank into her father's arms, with a look of panic and helplessness flashing across her face.

"Kasan-chan, this is dad's colleague. He is a fellow worker who works together for Lord Thanatos's ambition."

Cassandra, who was only ten years old, felt infinite fear in her little head.

Dad’s colleague, and a member of the secret faction!

They are all a bunch of lunatics!

She was only ten years old, but she had already learned how to dream. The scenes in her dreams made her panic. Her mother was dead, her sister was dead, and her brother was dead too.

She once told her father about this dream, hoping that he would move to a farther place, but no one believed her.

It still happened, and she was too young to do anything.

First, the mother went out to Orario and was killed by a passing monster, followed by the sister and brother...

Three times in a row, the result was misfortune.

Cassandra became timid and frightened of everything she saw.

Finally, it was her turn.

That day, Cassandra saw her father's decision in her dream, and he also brought a man dressed in black robes.

In the dream, I refused to let my father join that strange faction no matter what, and was eventually killed by my father himself.

In order to change her fate, Cassandra pretended to be a fanatic.

When the black-robed man inspected her, she took the initiative to express her fanatical longing for death and her deceased family members. Thus, she changed the future for the first time.

Until now, she still played the role of a brainwashed good daughter in front of her father. Until a few days ago, the dream reminded her again that a colleague in black robes visited her again.

But, this is different from what appeared in the dream...

The prophecy from a few days ago flashed back to her mind, and she couldn't help but blurt out:

"The remnant soul passed through the vortex of chaos, sinking the scales of justice and evil. On the disc, clowns and fools danced together... The princess who sang the tragedy was trapped in a cage..."

"You're talking nonsense again, Cassandra." The uncle pinched Cassandra's cheek and smiled indulgently.

"This is your daughter? What's your name, uncle?"

"Oh, call me Ilion."

Wow..., Charles suddenly felt that a task reminder suddenly popped up above his head for the nameless extra.

Ding, your new cheat code has arrived! Please check it!

Charles stroked his chin and stared at the little guy hiding behind the uncle with ill intent.

"Your daughter is pretty good. Hmm... It's obvious that she is Lord Thanatos's most loyal follower."

"That's right!" The uncle raised his head proudly: "The clan leaders also praised Cassandra in this way."

"Yes... yes, I... I am the most loyal... woo woo, mother..."

"hehe."

Ciel smiled wickedly.

According to what he knew about the plot, this guy should have been abducted by Apollo in the end... From this point of view, it is impossible for him to truly sacrifice his life for the God of Death.

So, right now...

"Don't look like you're about to cry. It seems like your faith in Lord Thanatos is not strong enough." Ciel looked at Uncle Ilion: