Chapter 389 Payment for the Future

"Divination?" Morea narrowed her eyes slightly.

"His Royal Highness Moreya, I won't predict anything about you, the risk is too great. I'm just divination, what kind of state you will be in five hundred years from now." The black-robed merchant laughed.

"Why do you say it so obscurely? You just say divination whether I will die unexpectedly in the future."

"Hehe." Under the hood of the black-robed businessman, there was a burst of neutral laughter that could not distinguish between male and female. Then, under the gaze of Morea, his hand with delicate black silk gloves took out a crystal ball with a mysterious luster and chanted an inexplicable spell.

A strange aura emerged around the black-robed businessman. Around him, time seemed to become chaotic, and in the crystal ball in his hand, there were also messy images, mountains, forests, rivers, giants, Golden Dragon, the city...

All kinds of images flashed on the crystal ball, and in the end, the images were fixed on a pair of eyes, a pair of dazzling golden eyes, with awe-inspiring majesty, and the vicissitudes of life through the years, there seems to be a touch of tiredness. meaning.

Then, the crystal ball exploded, and it blew very thoroughly, turning into a pile of powder finer than sand, and the black-robed businessman seemed to have anticipated it and set up a defense in advance, not letting a single crystal sand shoot out. .

"That's five hundred years later, my eyes?"

"Yes, Your Highness Moria." The black-robed merchant put away the crystal powder in his hand, "If you want to pay for this little guest, the price you need to pay is to promise that in five hundred years, in If it goes against your own safety and ideals, take a shot as appropriate."

"Such a loose condition?" Morea raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised. He remembered that the condition that this guy who hid his head and didn't show his tail gave Remilia three unconditional shots after five hundred years.

"Of course, your future is more valuable." The black-robed merchant who fortuned about the future of Morea said respectfully. As a fortune teller, he seemed to have seen something else.

It's really interesting to pay for your future as payment for goods. Morea asked herself a little doubt: "Are you sure that your divination is absolutely accurate? Will this be the case in the future?"

"His Royal Highness Moreya, no fortune-teller will be sure of the scene of his fortune-telling. It will definitely happen in the future. The future is changing every moment." The black-robed merchant explained aloud, "The result of my fortune-telling, It's just a prediction of what might happen in the future."

"That is to say, five hundred years later, I may not be still alive, and there is still the possibility of accidental death?"

"His Royal Highness Morea,

Please don't say that, even without divination, I can guess the result. With your background, in the world of Erathia, I really can't imagine any accident that could cause you to die. "

"Well, can you change the transaction method?" Morea pondered for a moment and asked aloud, "I don't want to overdraw my future and trade with elemental crystals, is that okay?"

"Of course, you can't." The black-robed merchant rebuffed Morea in a firm tone, "His Royal Highness, please take a look. Which of the products I sell can be bought with elemental crystals in the outside world? Don't you think? , is buying them with elemental crystals a kind of humiliation and demeaning to them?"

"I don't think so." Morea was expressionless.

"His Royal Highness, you have encountered Stallone, the shame of our plane businessman, and have traded with it."

"Shame on plane merchants?" Morea twitched the corners of his mouth. This title is really unique.

"Yes, it is the only one in our industry that will sell its own products with elemental crystals."

"Then your plane merchants sell goods just like you, and let customers pay for the future as the price?"

"It can be bartered, and there are other payment methods. Each plane merchant can use his favorite method to sell goods. If you want to buy my goods, you must make a promise. In the future, when I come to the door time to start.”

"This transaction method is just like gambling, aren't you afraid of losing money?" Morea was a little curious, "If someone buys a commodity from you at the cost of making one shot in three hundred years, but he Within a year, because of an accidental death, the promise will be voided, don't you lose everything?"

"His Royal Highness, our guests are all like you, who are favored by fate, and the mortality rate is lower than the probability of falling of a god, so this is not a gamble, but an investment that will make no loss, I just need to wait. After a period of time, you can reap at least several times the profit.”

"Isn't there a situation like what I said, that fate will not die?"

"Of course, there is no existence that will not fall. It's just that the survival rate of those who are favored by fate is very high."

"That's reasonable." Morea nodded.

"Your Highness, do you still want to pay for the goods on behalf of Princess Remilia?"

"Well." Morea looked at the scarlet long spear on the stall, "I promise you that in five hundred years, I will shoot once without violating my philosophy and without risking my life."

"The transaction is established!" In the hands of the black-robed merchant, something was extracted from Moreya's body and condensed into a pale golden dragon scale.

"What is this?" The moment he spoke, Morea, who felt like he was missing something, frowned and looked at the black-robed businessman, his face not very friendly.

"It's just a certificate, it won't do you any harm, Your Highness Moria, don't be impatient." The black-robed merchant explained.

"Is it?"

"You can take a look." The black-robed merchant was very sensible and handed the dragon scale in his hand to Morea for inspection.

Morea took the scales and played with it. It seemed to be an energy condensate with the terms of the contract, but for Moreya, there were almost no constraints. It was really just a certificate, which could be seen by him in the future. This scale can recall the promise made today.

"Will you sell this certificate as a commodity?" Morea threw the scales back to the black-robed merchant.

"As long as the price is right, nothing can't be sold." The black-robed merchant replied.

"So, it really deserves the name of your merchant." Morea looked down at the black-robed merchant with a calm face, "You can sell this certificate as a commodity, but I don't want some messy guys in the future to use it to find it. I'm going."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." The black-robed merchant bowed his head slightly, "If someone comes to you with this certificate in the future, then it must be a kind creature."

"Better so."