Not long after.
Karl came to the stall again.
"A total of six soul powders, twelve black stones, uncle, you just need to give ten." Aya rubbed her hands, her face flushed.
Ten black stones is already the largest single transaction she has ever made since she set up the stall.
After deducting the cost of purchasing soul powder from other people, she can earn nearly three black stones.
"Six?" Karl frowned slightly, squatted down to check the powder, and his tone was slightly unhappy: "Only these?"
For the sake of the deceased stall owner Cologne, he gave the other party enough time to collect soul powder, but there were only six, far from the goal in his mind.
"Uncle..." Aya's face turned pale, and then gritted her teeth and said: "I don't have the ability, but if you give me some more time, I will definitely collect more soul powder."
"I guarantee it with my life!"
Karl looked up.
The other party did not make excuses for her lack of collection, but directly admitted that she was not capable enough.
This was somewhat beyond his expectation.
If it were someone else, he would probably say that he had tried his best, that others did not have soul powder, etc.
"One day."
Standing up, Carl said slowly: "I'll give you one day, how much soul powder can you collect?"
"One day?" Aya lowered her head, thought for a while and answered: "Twenty!"
"At least twenty. If uncle is willing to lend me the capital, I can collect thirty."
"Okay." Karl nodded: "Twenty, I will come again at this time tomorrow. I hope you can collect as you said."
As he said, he took out the ten black stones he exchanged and handed them over.
As for lending the other party the capital... he had no such intention on doing so. Being willing to continue business with the other party was Karl's greatest kindness at the moment.
"Thank you, uncle."
Aya took the black stones with an excited face and patted her shriveled chest desperately: "I will definitely collect all the soul powder tomorrow."
Karl did not respond and turned to leave. No matter how much he said now, it would not be as good as having enough by then.
He also needed to collect supplies.
Twenty soul powders required forty black stones, and at least a cart of bread and pickled meat.
One trip would definitely not be enough.
After returning to Sino City, he called a carriage to go to the market and wholesaled a cart of bread and pickled meat.
At the same time, he sent them to the Divine Domain fragment to take to the Black City in batches and hid them.
"Huh?"
Karl's face suddenly got stiff.
After traveling through time and space many times, he returned to Sino City again and found that he could no longer enter the Divine Domain fragment.
This made him a little flustered.
The Divine Domain fragment and the other world were his biggest trump cards since he traveled through time, but now they can't be used? Fortunately, after waiting for a while, he felt it from the depths of his sea of consciousness.
It's not that it can't be used. It's just that traveling through time and space many times in a short period of time is also very strenuous for the Divine Domain fragment, and it needs time to rest. At least it can't be used for one day.
"It's good that it can be used, it's good that it can be used."
Karl breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect there is such a restriction. Fortunately, it's not an emergency to escape, otherwise wouldn't it be a disaster?"
If it can't be used for one day, then wait for another day, but it's definitely not too late to catch up with the time agreed with Aya.
The next day.
Karl appeared in the Laka market.
"Uncle!"
The moment she saw him, Aya was overjoyed and stood up from the ground: "You're here."
She didn't ask why Karl broke the appointment yesterday, and she didn't complain, as enthusiastic as ever.
"Sorry." Karl bowed his head slightly: "I was delayed yesterday and couldn't come."
"It's okay." Aya waved her hand, with a generous look: "I believe in uncle, if there is no other way, he will definitely not break the appointment."
"Uncle, you came at the right time, I went to a few more stores yesterday and purchased a total of 32 soul powders."
"Thirty-two portions?" Karl's eyes moved slightly, and his sight paused on the arm that Aya exposed when she waved her hands.
That slender skinny arm that was covered with scars.
"Aya."
"Yes."
"Do you want black stone or food?" Karl said slowly: "I have a batch of bread, bacon and some milk in the city, I can sell it to you at a low price."
"But you need to come with me."
"Bread, bacon, milk?" Aya swallowed subconsciously, and her eyes showed hesitation.
Compared with black stone, these things are more cost-effective in the market.
And if they are really sold at a low price as Karl said, she can make another profit by reselling them.
"Uncle." Aya's eyes flashed: "Please wait a moment."
She wrapped the things on the stall with a bag, put them on her back, turned around and ran to the back.
Somewhere in ruins.
"We want Black Stone!"
A tall and strong man with a very childish voice sounded: "Sister, Black Stone is ready-made. He doesn't dare to play tricks in the market. Who knows what we will encounter if we go out with him?"
"Nan is right." A hoarse voice followed: "It's better to earn money steadily than anything else. There is no shortage of murder and robbery in Black City."
"But..." Aya struggled: "The winter month is coming soon. If we don't have enough supplies, it will be difficult for us to survive. Besides, I've been in the market for so long, and the money I earned is not enough to cover the stall fee. This time is an opportunity."
"Do you know him?" A staggering old man walked out of the darkness and asked: "Do you know who he is?"
"Why can he get so much food? Why do you believe him? Have you thought about the consequences?"
The old man asked repeatedly, pressing step by step.
"I don't know what kind of person he is." Aya shook her head and said seriously: "But Uncle Cologne once said that this person can always get good things that others can't get, and his identity is very mysterious. This kind of person should not be short of money, and there is nothing on me that is worthy of his attention."
"What if..." The old man paused with the crutch in his hand:
"What if?"
"I want to take a chance." Aya's eyes were fixed: "If he really has a lot of food, I can get in touch with him, and there will be many benefits in the future."
"If I get cheated..."
"Then I lost the bet, and I am willing to admit defeat!"
"You..." The old man was angry: "I shouldn't have let you buy Cologne's stall. With your mining skills, you can live steadily."
"Alive?" Aya's face was bitter: "It's just alive."
"Mining day and night every day, what's the difference between that and an animal. I don't want to be a beast all my life."
"Sister." The tall and strong 'boy' stepped forward: "I'll go with you."
…
Karl didn't have to wait long before Aya came back again, with a big man wrapped up tightly beside her.
"Uncle."
Aya smiled: "If there is a lot of food, I am afraid I can't move it all by myself, so I found a companion."
"Yeah."
Karl nodded slowly.
It was normal for the other party to be cautious, and he didn't feel threatened by the big man.
"Let's go!"
He turned around and motioned for the other party to follow.
The city was still snowing, and the black snow was getting thicker and thicker on the ground. Sparse and scattered footprints could be seen on the road.
Not long after.
"It's inside."
Karl winked at the wooden house in front.
Aya was about to go forward, but the strong man next to her stretched out his hand to stop her, and then the strong man carefully came to the door of the wooden house.
"Squeak..."
The wooden door opened.
The piles of bread, meat strips, and buckets of fresh milk came into view, and the strong man froze in place.
Aya's body tensed up. Although there was no expression on her face, the nails of her ten fingers had pierced into the flesh and blood oozed out, and she herself was unaware of the pain.
It real!
The other party really has the means to get a lot of food!
Karl's expression remained unchanged. Whether for the convenience of trading or future development, he needed an agent here. Aya, who had no background, was just the right person.
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