The interior of the wooden house was exactly as Prapa had imagined. It was narrow and cramped.
Moreover, there was nothing else in the wooden house except for the round table in the middle and a few stools.
Sitting across the round table was a race that Prapa had never thought he would see in Rasudran — aboriginals of the Abyss.
He had a frail body, a body as thin as a piece of paper, and a pair of eyes as black as ink without any pupils or sclera.
All of them indicated that the man in front of him was an aboriginal of the Abyss.
An aboriginal of the Abyss actually appeared in Rasudran so openly?! Prapa could not believe his eyes.
Although Rasudran did not forbid the aboriginals from coming here, similarly, Rasudran did not forbid humans from coming here. However, would humans dare to come here?
Similarly, the aboriginals coming here was no different from a lamb entering a pack of wolves.
"You, you … you're an aboriginal?" Prapa's finger trembled as he pointed at the young man across the round table.
The young man nodded with a smile, then pointed at the stool and said, "Have a seat. Today is the grand opening of my shop, and you're the first customer. I can give you a discount."
The young man did not seem to care about Prapa's surprise at all as he continued to introduce the specialties of his shop.
Unfortunately, the abyssal language he spoke was really awkward. It was on the same level as the scribbled abyssal language outside. Prapa could not understand what he meant.
Prapa could not help but interrupt, "You're an aboriginal. Why are you opening a shop in Rasudran? Aren't you afraid of trouble? "
The young man's eyes paused. "What trouble are you referring to? That? "
The young man pointed outside the window behind him. Prapa looked out and saw a few half-blood demons covered in wounds lying in the forest outside the window. There was even an imp among them. They were all motionless and looked like they were unconscious?
How was that possible? These demons were all taken care of?
Prapa shuddered and looked at the young shop owner across the round table with more respect. One had to know that the imp was not a fake like the Little Hovering Imp. If this shop owner could take care of it, he could take care of a hundred of himself.
With such powerful strength, it was no wonder he dared to come to Rasudran alone and even opened a shop.
The young shop owner shrugged. "I think you might have misunderstood. I can't solve those problems."
As soon as his voice fell, a cold snort came from outside the window behind him. "None of you can fight. You haven't even warmed up yet. How sad."
Prapa immediately looked over and saw a tall, dark-skinned woman wearing sexy clothes. She casually threw a little demon into the woods and then walked to the window. She leaned against the window railing and looked into the shop.
The dark-skinned woman's green and red eyes glanced at it with a cold gleam. Prapa felt as if it was being stared at by a powerful predator. A chill began to spread from the base of its tail and traveled along its spine to its head.
Prapa's entire body froze. There was only one thought in its mind, "So strong!"
Just by glancing at it, its scalp went numb. This kind of powerhouse was at least a mid-rank Abyssal! He was an existence that was absolutely undefeatable! No wonder those imps and half-blood demons couldn't fight back!
"Hey, is this kid here to pick a fight too?" The dark-skinned woman pointed her finger at Prapa.
Without waiting for the young shop owner to answer, Prapa quickly waved its hand. "No, no. I'm just an ordinary customer."
A glint flashed in the young man's eyes as he whispered, "You don't look like you're here to pick a fight. But it's still a little suspicious that you didn't buy anything after entering the shop."
Prapa didn't wait for the dark-skinned woman to respond and hurriedly shouted, "Shop owner, I'm here to spend money. The reason I didn't buy anything is that you said a lot just now. Your words were too vague and I didn't understand. Can you repeat it?"
The young man said with a smile, "Our business here is to let you experience the rhythm of the ocean."
"Only that?" Prapa heard it clearly this time, but it was a little puzzled. "I seem to have heard something else just now?"
"You heard wrong. That's the only one."
"Alright. Then can you explain in detail what this experience is? And how much is it? "
As Prapa asked, the dark-skinned woman lying by the window finally stopped staring at it. Instead, she gently turned over and sat on the windowsill. She closed her eyes and took a nap as the fresh wind in the woods blew.
"Experience the rhythm of the ocean. That's what it means. As for the price, I'll give you a discount. It's 100 demon gold coins. "The young man had an expression as though he was letting it off easy.
Prapa dug its ears, completely unable to believe what price it had heard.
"Shop owner, can you say it again? How much is it? "
"100 demon gold coins." After the young man finished speaking, he muttered in a low voice, "Did I set it too cheap?"
Prapa felt as though thunder had struck its head and subconsciously said what it was thinking, "100 demon gold coins? Are you robbing me? "
"Robbing? Hmm? "The young man's voice suddenly lowered. When he glanced at Prapa, there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
At the same time, the dark-skinned woman sitting by the window suddenly opened her eyes and glanced coldly at Prapa. This glance made Prapa feel as though it had fallen into an ice cellar.
Shop owner, save me. They're not running a shop at all. They're really robbing and forcing me to buy and sell!
The woman's eyes were clearly saying: If you don't buy, you'll end up like those bastards outside.
Prapa swallowed its saliva. It felt extremely wronged now. Originally, when it saw the abyssal language on the signboard, it felt a sense of familiarity. After entering the shop, it saw a shop owner who was a native of the abyss. Although it felt very surprised, it also felt very sentimental at the same time. After all, its mother was a native. Although it didn't know which race this young man was from, it inexplicably felt very close to him.
In the end, this native was a greedy monster who was white on the outside but black on the inside, and this "Psychedelic" shop was simply a black shop!
Under the young shop owner's raised eyebrows and under the woman's threatening eyes, Prapa felt wronged … and cried.
Since its parents died, it was the first time it felt so wronged. It felt so wronged that its eyes became hot and blue tears fell.
As soon as the tears fell, they became small crystal blue beads.
"This is the essence of the Nether Floating Imp's Nether Floating Water. It can keep meat products fresh." A cold female voice came out.
The young shop owner was dazed. He took out a plate from nowhere and placed it in front of Prapa. He looked as if he could cry and didn't want to waste it.
Prapa's chest felt stuffy, and it couldn't cry anymore.
At this time, the young shop owner said, "Why are you crying?"
Prapa seemed to feel a little embarrassed and said in a wronged manner, "Your price is too expensive. I can't afford it."
"Is the price I set very expensive?" The young shop owner looked at the woman behind him with a puzzled expression.
The woman closed her eyes again at this time and said coldly, "It thinks it's expensive only because it's poor. Also, don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future. "
Prapa, who was accused of being "poor", felt wronged in its heart, but it also accepted it. It took out its small purse and poured it on the table —
Clang, clang, clang, a few scattered demon gold coins were poured on the round table.
"That's all I have." While speaking, Prapa took out two gold coins that looked the most worn out from its ears, "These two are the relics my parents left me, so I only have ten gold coins at most."
Prapa had now accepted its fate. It probably couldn't leave here without losing a layer of skin today.
At worst, it would just treat these few months of work as a waste. After all, the situation was stronger than the person, especially that dark-skinned woman. Just her gaze alone could probably kill it.
In the Abyss full of slaughter, it was actually very lucky to only lose a few demon gold coins in order to survive.
"Then it seems that you are indeed very poor." After saying this, the young shop owner tapped his finger on the table as if thinking about something. After a while, he said, "How about this? After all, you are the first customer to come in after I opened the shop. I'll give you the price of a first order discount. How about eight demon gold coins?"
What could Prapa say? The other party probably offered eight demon gold coins because it said that the two coins were the relics of its parents, and the shop owner felt compassion … Eh? This shop owner actually has compassion?! If it pretended to be pitiful again, could it leave without spending?
Thinking of this, Prapa decided to give it a try.
"Actually, I'm making money to avenge my parents, but I'm too weak, and the refining method of Little Demon Hovering Float isn't very good, so I want to rely on my own labor to earn money to buy …" Prapa described its experience as pitiful as possible.
However, it found that the young man opposite it did not seem to be moved and was still smiling.
Is my story not pitiful enough?
"So you're making money to improve your strength in order to avenge your parents?" The young man pondered. "That's good. You belong to the water element. Feeling the rhythm of the ocean will improve your strength."
While speaking, the young shop owner put away the eight demon gold coins on the table and deliberately left the two 'relics' on the table.
"How is it? When are you going to start your experience? "
Prapa's expression stiffened for a moment. It seems that the other party's compassion has run out … That's right. Even a native would understand how cunning demons were after spending some time in the world of demons, just like it had done before. As long as it saw a seam, it would insert a needle.
In fact, it was not like this before, but after coming to Rasudran, it slowly became unlike itself.
Prapa sighed. It knew that it could only bite the bullet.
Eight gold coins was not too much. It would only take a few months. From another perspective, it only used eight demon gold coins to save its life in front of a middle-level demon. This was already very profitable.
It would be a spendthrift for once and try out how extravagant this' experience 'of daring to ask for a hundred demon gold coins after a discount was.
As for what the shop owner said about being able to improve its strength, Prapa took it as a joke.
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