Super Dimensional Wizard

The inside of the wooden house was exactly as Prapa imagined, narrow and cramped.

Moreover, except for the round table in the middle and a few stools, there was nothing in the entire wooden house.

Sitting across the round table was a race that Prapa had never thought he would see in Rasudran - the aboriginal people of the abyss.

That frail body, a figure as thin as a piece of paper, and those eyes as black as ink with no distinction between the whites of the eyes and the pupils.

This all shows that the man in front of him is an aboriginal person from the abyss.

An abyssal native actually appeared in Rasudran openly? ! This made Prapa completely unable to believe his eyes.

Although Rasudran has not prohibited the arrival of aborigines, similarly, Rasudran has not prohibited the arrival of humans. However, do humans dare to come?

In the same way, when the Aboriginal people come here, they are like tender lambs entering a pack of wolves.

"You, you...are you an aborigine?" Prapa pointed with trembling fingers at the young man opposite the round table in surprise.

The young man nodded with a smile, then pointed to the stool and said: "Sit down, my store is open today, you are the first customer, I can give you a discount."

The young man didn't seem to care about Prapa's suspicion at all, and kept introducing the features of his store.

Unfortunately, the Abyssal language he spoke was really awkward. It was on the same level as the graffiti-like Abyssal language outside. Prapa almost didn't understand what he meant.

Prapa couldn't help but interrupt: "You are an aborigine, why did you come to Rasudran to open a shop? Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

The young man opposite looked at him for a moment, "What kind of trouble do you mean? That one?"

The young man pointed out the window behind him. Prapa stretched out his head to look, and saw several half-blood demons covered in scars lying in the woods outside the window, including a little demon. They were all motionless and seemed to be unconscious?

How can this be? Have all these demons been dealt with?

Prapa shuddered and looked at the young shopkeeper across the round table with a little more respect. You know, the little devil among them is not a parallel import like the UFO little devil. If this shop owner can deal with it, he can deal with hundreds of himself.

With such great strength, no wonder he dared to break into Rasudran alone and open an unknown shop.

The young shop owner shrugged at this time: "I think you may have misunderstood. I can't solve those troubles."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the window behind him: "There is no one who can fight, and the warm-up hasn't even started. It really makes me sad."

Prapa looked immediately and saw a tall, dark-skinned woman wearing very hot clothes. She casually threw a little devil in the woods, then walked to the window, leaned on the window rail from the outside, and looked into the store. .

The dark-skinned woman's green and red eyes flashed across it with a cold light, and Prapa felt as if he was being targeted by a powerful predator. A chill started from the root of his tail and went down his back to his head.

Prapa was frozen, and the only thought in his mind was one word: "So strong!"

Just glancing at it made its scalp tingle. This kind of strong man is at least an intermediate demon or above! Absolutely invincible existence! No wonder those little demons and half-blood demons before were unable to fight back!

"Hey, is this kid here to cause trouble too?" The dark-skinned woman gestured to Prapa with her finger.

Without waiting for the young shop owner to answer, Prapa quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I'm just an ordinary customer."

At this time, the young man's eyes flashed and he whispered: "It doesn't look like he was looking for trouble, but I didn't buy anything after entering the store, which is still a bit suspicious."

Prapa didn't wait for the dark-skinned woman to react and shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper, I'm here to make a purchase. The reason why I didn't buy anything is because you just said a lot. The words were too vague and I didn't listen. Understand, can you say it again?"

The young man said with a smile: "Our business here is to allow you to experience the rhythm of the ocean."

"Only this one?" Prapa heard clearly this time, but he said a little doubtfully: "I seemed to have heard other ones just now?"

"You heard wrong, this is the only one."

"Okay, can you tell me in detail what this experience is? And how much does it cost?"

When Prapa asked, the dark-skinned woman lying at the window finally stopped staring at it, but turned over gently and sat on the window edge, blowing the fresh wind in the forest, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

"Experience the rhythm of the ocean, literally. As for the price, it's a good start. I'll give you a discount, just 100 demon gold coins." The young man looked like he was taking advantage of you.

Prapa, however, picked his ears and didn't believe what price he heard.

"Can you please tell me the shop owner again? What's the price?"

"100 demon gold coins." After the young man finished speaking, he muttered in a low voice: "Did I order it too cheaply?"

Prapa felt like thunder, and subconsciously said what he was thinking: "100 demon gold coins? Are you robbing?"

"Robbery? Huh?" The young man's voice suddenly dropped, and when he glanced at Prapa, there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

At the same time, the dark-skinned woman sitting on the window sill suddenly opened her eyes and glanced at Prapa coldly. With just this glance, Prapa felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Store owner, help me, they are not opening a store at all, they are really intimidating, robbing, buying and selling by force!

The woman's eyes clearly said: If you dare not buy it, you will end up like those bastards outside.

Prapa swallowed his saliva, he felt extremely aggrieved now. Originally, when I saw the Abyss text on the sign, I felt friendly. After entering the store, I saw an abyss aboriginal shop owner. Although he was surprised, he was also very grateful. After all, its mother is an aborigine. Although she doesn’t know which ethnic group this young man belongs to, she is inexplicably close to him.

As a result, this aboriginal is basically a greedy monster who is white on the outside and black on the inside, and this "psychedelic" shop is basically a black shop!

Under the young shopkeeper's raised eyebrows and the woman's threatening eyes, Prapa felt aggrieved... and cried.

It was the first time since the death of its parents that it felt so wronged. It felt so wronged that blue tears fell from its eyes as soon as it heated up.

As soon as the teardrops fell to the ground, they turned into small crystal blue beads.

"This is the essence of the UFO water from the little UFO devil. It can keep meat products fresh." A cold female voice came out.

The young shopkeeper was stunned, took out a plate from somewhere, and placed it in front of Prapa. A posture of letting you cry, don't waste it.

Prapa's chest felt tight and he couldn't cry anymore.

At this time, the young shopkeeper said: "Why are you crying?"

Prapa seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and said aggrievedly: "Your price is too expensive, I can't afford it at all."

"Is the price I set 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 feels expensive just because it is poor. Also, don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future."

Prapa, who was accused of being "poor", felt aggrieved but looked away. It took out its small purse and poured it on the table——

With a clang, a few scattered demon gold coins were poured onto the round table.

"This is all I have." As he spoke, Prapa took out two gold coins that looked the most worn out from his ears: "These two are the relics left by my parents, so the most I have is Ten gold coins.”

Prapa has now resigned himself to his fate. He probably won't be able to leave here today without peeling off his skin.

At worst, just think that these few months have been wasted. After all, the situation is stronger than the person, especially the dark-skinned woman, whose look alone can probably kill it.

In the abyss full of killing, in order to survive, only losing a few demon gold coins is actually very lucky.

"Then it seems that you are indeed poor." After the young shopkeeper said this, he tapped his fingers on the table as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he said: "Let's do this. After all, you are the first customer to come in after I opened the store. I will give you a big reward for your first order. How about eight demon gold coins?"

What could Prapa say? The other party offered eight demon gold coins. It was probably because he said the two coins were the relics of his parents and the shop owner had a compassionate heart... Huh? This shop owner actually has compassion? ! So if it pretends to be pitiful, can it leave without spending money?

Thinking of this, Prapa decided to give it a try.

"Actually, I make money to avenge my parents, but my strength is too weak, and the training method of the UFO little devil is not very good, so I just want to make money with my own labor to buy..." Prapa put his Experience can tell you how pitiful it is.

However, it found that the young man opposite did not seem to be moving, and was still smiling.

Isn't my story pitiful enough?

"So you make money to improve your strength, in the hope of revenge?" The young man muttered: "That's just right. You belong to the water system. Feeling the rhythm of the ocean will promote your strength."

As he spoke, the young shopkeeper collected the eight demon gold coins on the table and deliberately left the two "relics" on the table.

"How's it going? When are you going to start your experience journey?"

Prapa's expression stiffened for a moment. It seemed that the other party's compassion had been exhausted... That's right. Even if you are an aborigine, you will understand how cunning the devil is after spending some time in the devil's world, just like it did before. That way. As long as he sees a seam, he will insert a needle into it.

In fact, it was not like this before, but after coming to Rasudran, it gradually became different from itself.

Prapa sighed, knowing that he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Eight gold coins is not too much, it only takes a few months. Thinking about it from another angle, it only used eight demon gold coins to save its life in front of the mid-level demon, which was already a huge profit.

Just think of it as being taken advantage of. Try this "experience trip" where you dare to open a hundred demon gold coins after a discount. What kind of luxury is it?

As for what the shop owner said about improving its strength, Prapa took it as a joke.