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Chapter 812

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"My brother has always wanted to meet Miss Matilda, so I'm here to try my luck."

The boy named Hai Lan honestly told Gutaya why he wanted to buy the Sin Karma Coke.

"What does meeting Matilda have to do with the Sin Cola?"

Gutaya had never seen the movie, but there were a few names that she had to know in Noland. Matilda and Leon were among them.

"This … I just got a new newspaper."

Hai Lan took out a newspaper from her bag and handed it to Gutaya. The headline read, "The legendary city in the sky, Assequero, has become an amusement park? Only three copper coins to win a chance to meet many movie characters. "

The headline that looked like an advertisement was actually a report. The report clearly stated the analysis of Noland's latest advertisement.

Gutaya glanced at the newspaper and immediately walked out of the alchemy shop. The Black Pigeon headquarters across the street was playing the advertisement.

The Demon Prince from "Beauty and the Demon" used his sharp claws to pull open the ring of the Sin Cola, then gently handed it to Belle in a dress.

"Anyone who wins the golden pot will have the right to enter Arthur Crowe in five days … You will have the chance to meet many characters from the movie."

Gutaya raised her head again to look at Belle in the advertisement. The Sin Cola in Belle's hand exploded like fireworks, and in the next second, the can in her hand turned from green to gold.

"An amusement park, meeting with movie characters? You humans sure are interested in strange things. "

Gutaya returned to the alchemy shop. She finally understood why these humans were so crazy about the Sin Cola.

"My brother and I saved up for a month just to watch that movie. Now that we have the chance to see the real person, of course we have to give it a try. Aunty Gutaya, do you still have any left?" Hai Lan asked.

"There's one last bottle, I was saving it for myself."

Gutaya found the last bottle of Sin Cola in the wooden box and tossed it to Hai Lan.

"So many people in the world are buying this, how are you so sure you'll get it?"

One of the human attendants in the shop said in a mocking tone, but after Gutaya glared at him, he dared not continue his taunts.

"It's always good to try."

Hai Lan looked at the dark green jar in his hand. He behaved very solemnly, unlike the other wealthy Spell Casters.

He was only paid one copper coin a day. These three copper coins were equivalent to him betting three days' worth of food.

Hai Lan took a deep breath. After praying to an unknown god, she placed her hand on the ring and gently pulled it open.

The sound of bubbles came from it. Nothing happened, and the jar did not turn golden. He lost the bet!

Just as Hai Lan's face was filled with disappointment, a commotion broke out on Squirrel Street.

When Gutaya and Hai Lan walked out of the shop, they discovered that the Spell Caster who had bought the Sin Coke from her had drawn a Pot of Gold!

A group of people instantly surrounded him. In the end, the law enforcers appeared and dispersed the crowd.

"I'll … come back tomorrow, Aunt Gutaya," Hai Lan whispered to Gutaya.

Gutaya nodded and watched as the figure that wasn't even as tall as her thighs disappeared on the other side of the alley.

… …

The capital of the Iron Nation.

Prince Klaus sat on a bench, panting. His body was not strong, but every inch of his tempered muscles felt taut.

He had once again won the most prestigious gladiatorial competition in the Iron Nation. When the flowers fell on Prince Klaus' body, he did not feel the pride of winning. Instead, he felt the pain from the wounds on his body.

It had been almost two months since Prince Klaus returned to the Iron Nation. In these two months, he went from being the top scholar of the Wizard Tower to a gladiator rolling in mud and blood.

Prince Klaus adapted quickly to this change of role, and he did his best!

Now, he once again proved to his mother … that he was the most outstanding among his peers in the Iron Nation!

However, the pressure of being the most outstanding made it hard for him to breathe. He held his forehead. The contestant in the last battle did not hold back.

His head had suffered a heavy blow, and his consciousness was a little unclear.

Just as Prince Klaus was about to close his eyes and rest on the bench, the door to his room was pushed open.

He immediately stood up and tried to appear in his best state to welcome the person who entered.

The visitor was not his mother, Empress Yekaterina, but one of his attendants.

Prince Klaus sat back down on the bench, feeling a little exhausted.

"Your Highness, congratulations on winning the Ironsmith competition again," the attendant congratulated Prince Klaus excitedly.

"Mm."

Prince Klaus lowered his head and casually opened the Weave. Looking at the news on it, the apprentices studying in the Pyro Wizard Tower had formed a group chat. In this group chat, Klaus' friends were waiting for him to return to Noland and beat up the top scholar of the Thunder Wizard Tower.

Prince Klaus immediately typed a message in the group, "I'm coming back."

"Your Highness … The Empress wants you to try this … potion. She said you'll definitely like it."

The attendant handed Prince Klaus a bottle of potion with a strange packaging.

"Sin Cola?"

Prince Klaus glanced at the name on the container. He then studied the container and found that there was no stopper.

"The way to open it seems to be to pull open the iron ring," the attendant said.

Prince Klaus followed the servant's example and pulled open the ring on the iron can. But the moment he pulled it open, a dazzling light emitted from the opening, and the sound of fireworks exploded in front of Prince Klaus.

In the next second, the iron jar in his hand instantly turned pure gold. There were silver words and an owl imprint on the surface of the golden jar.

"What is this?"

When Prince Klaus heard the explosion, he almost thought that the attendant was going to use some magic bomb to assassinate him.

"I … I don't know either." The attendant was very flustered by this turn of events.

"Where did this bottle of potion come from?"

Prince Klaus had never heard of a potion called Sin Cola in the Iron Nation. Just the word 'cola' was too unique.

"Noland," the attendant said.

Noland's things were easy to deal with. Prince Klaus immediately opened the Pyro Mage Tower group chat and typed a message.

"I just opened a bottle of potion called Sin Cola. What's going on with it suddenly turning gold?"

After Prince Klaus sent this message, the Pyro apprentices who were originally congratulating him for his imminent 'return of the king' instantly fell silent.

Then Prince Klaus saw a series of messages that flooded the screen.

"My God of Pyro and Explosion … Your Highness Klaus, are you really not lying to us?"

"Golden jar? Your Highness Klaus opened a golden jar in the Iron Nation … I've bought almost two hundred bottles of Sin Cola and haven't even seen a single silver one. "

"No silver, thank you! But speaking of which, boss, how much did you buy? "

Prince Klaus looked at the series of questions in the group chat and instantly realized the preciousness of the 'golden jar' in his hand.

"One jar, and I bought it."

Prince Klaus gave a very honest answer.

"Just one jar, my god! Your Highness Klaus, you've been dormant for two months without saying anything. The moment you surfaced, the light was so dazzling that it blinded our eyes. "

This sentence was very concise, not only praising Prince Klaus, but also expressing the envy in his heart.

"I heard that the chief of the Thunder Mage Tower bought almost thirty boxes of Sin Cola and never saw her open a golden jar. This time we win, right?"

"Of course! But His Highness Klaus' birth and talent are already at the top of the world, and even his luck far surpasses ours. He's truly a person blessed by the gods. "

Prince Klaus looked at the end of this message. Birth, talent … blessed by the gods?

He felt every muscle in his body groaning in pain, and exhaustion appeared in his mind. He didn't know how to answer.

"What's the use of this thing?" He was so tired that he just wanted to find a place to sleep.

"That's the ticket to the Sky City Assequero! Your Highness, you might be able to see Belle alive after you go in! "

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