Chapter 1044: The Aggrieved Prapa

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 racial abyss native that Prapa had never thought he would see in Rasudran.

That frail body, as thin as a piece of paper, and those eyes as black as ink, without the distinction between whites and 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, the Aboriginal people coming here are like tender lambs joining the pack of wolves.

"You, you...are you an aboriginal?" 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, on the same level as the graffiti-like Abyssal language outside, and 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, and Prapa stretched out his head to look, only to see 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 is this possible? 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 get rid of it, he can get rid of 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-level 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. Instead, she 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 again, shopkeeper? 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 his eyes looked at Prapa with a hint of darkness.

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 look, 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, your fate will be the same as those bastards outside.

Prapa swallowed his saliva, and he felt very aggrieved now. Originally, he felt familiar with the abyss on the sign. After entering the store, he saw a shop owner who was a native of the abyss. Although he was surprised, he also felt very emotional. After all, his mother was a native. Although he didn't know which tribe this young man was from, he felt very close to him.

As a result, this native was a greedy monster with white appearance and black inside, and this "psychedelic" shop was a black shop!

Under the raised eyebrows of the young shop owner and the threatening eyes of the woman, Prapa felt wronged... and cried.

Since the death of his parents, it was the first time he felt so wronged, so wronged that his eyes were hot and blue tears fell.

As soon as the tears fell to the ground, they became small crystal blue beads.

"This is the essence of the UFO water of the UFO demon, which can keep meat products fresh." A cold female voice came out.

The young shop owner was distracted and took out a plate from somewhere and put it in front of Prapa. He looked like he could cry and not waste it.

Prapa's chest was stuffy and he 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 aggrievedly, "Your price is too expensive. I can't afford it at all."

"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 and said coldly, "It thinks it's expensive just because it's poor. Also, don't bother me with such things in the future."

Although Prapa was accused of being "poor", he felt aggrieved, but he also let it go. He took out his small purse and poured it on the table.

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

"These are all my assets." As he spoke, Prapa took out two gold coins that looked the most worn from his ears: "These two are relics left to me by my parents, so I only have ten gold coins at most."

Prapa has now accepted his fate. He probably can't leave here today without losing a layer of skin.

At worst, just think that these months of work have been in vain. After all, the situation is stronger than people, especially that black-skinned woman, who can probably kill it with just her eyes.

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

"It seems that you are really poor." After saying this, the young shop owner tapped the table with his fingers, as if thinking about something. After a while, he said: "How about this, after all, you are the first customer who came in after I opened the shop, I will give you a big discount price for the first order, how about eight demon gold coins?"

What can Prapa say? The other party offered eight demon gold coins, probably because it said before that the two were relics of its parents, and the shop owner had compassion...Huh? This shop owner actually has compassion? ! If it pretends to be pitiful again, 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 devil is not very good, so I thought about earning money by my own labor to buy..." Prapa made his experience as pitiful as possible.

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

Isn't my story pitiful enough?

"So you make money to improve your strength in order to avenge your hatred?" The young man pondered and said, "That's right, you belong to the water system, and feeling the rhythm of the ocean will promote your strength."

As he spoke, the young shop owner took 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 journey?"

Prapa's expression was stiff for a moment. It seemed that the other party's sympathy had run out... That's right, even if it was a native, after spending some time in the demon world, it would understand how cunning the demons were, just like it did before. As long as it saw a crack, it would stick a needle in it.

In fact, it was not like this before, but after coming to Rasuderan, it gradually became unlike itself.

Prapa sighed, knowing that it had to bite the bullet and go ahead.

Eight gold coins, not too much, just a few months. From another perspective, it only used eight demon gold coins to save its life in front of the mid-level demon, which was already a good deal.

It would just be a sucker for once, and try this "experience journey" that dared to open a hundred demon gold coins after the discount, what kind of luxury is it.

As for what the shopkeeper said, that it could improve its strength, Prapa completely regarded it as a joke.