"I know these people. They might not be afternow, but I can swear to you that someone's going to try to killthe second I step out of Seechertown," Gertridge said.

Wilbur smirked. "That's your problem. Just don't causeany trouble or you'll get it." "Of course! I'm a law-abiding citizen now. I even have a job," Gertridge said.

Wilbur stared at her. A top-grade assassin was having to look for a job? Gertridge noticed the look on Wilbur's face and shrugged. "What? I'm broke, dude. I'm used to spending all the money I have. I don't have any savings." Wilbur shook his head and got back to eating. Gertridge did the same.

After Wilbur was done eating, he got up to pay. Gertridge called out to him, looking at him pitifully. "Can you cover fortoo? I just started working, so I haven't gotten my pay yet." "F*cking hell," Wilbur cursed, but he paid Gertridge's bill nonetheless before turning to leave.

A smile appeared on Gertridge's face.

Wilbur drove all the way to Octocharm Town and began wandering around.

That was Seechertown's largest antique market with all kinds of fun things for sale, but there were lots of fakes everywhere to beware of. Obviously, real antiques were few and far between. Most of them were already in the possession of the rich.

Just like that, Wilbur spent an entire afternoon just wandering around aimlessly.

selling precious stones. Wilbur decided to make

man in his forties who

around. Don't worry about me." "Of course. Please go ahead!"

began to explore the shop. It was filled

before his gaze landed on a stone

up to get a closer

about half an arm long. It was covered in tiny gold flecks that seemed

squatted down to take a closer look, searching the rock with his spirit energy. A

was a Goldmoon.

to Wilbur's memories from his Dragonsoul, the Goldmoon was a commonly

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