Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 988 There Are Angels in the West 8
"Isn't your supporter an angel? Looking around, you are the only one who has an angel in the entire Resuo Continent!"

I don't know which word from Black touched Lance, he approached the counter and reached out to Black.

"Give it to me." A voice as clear as snow came.

"I told you in advance that if you find this book, you will have to buy it!" Black's business is really domineering.

Lance stared at him quietly.

Blake felt guilty. The business of Lance, a regular customer, was still very good. Since he ran the bookstore, he could always see him every Thursday at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Although he is the son of the Foster family, he has always been very talkative. As long as it is a book that Lance needs, even if he knows that his bid is twice the market price, he will buy it.

And never bargain with you.

At the beginning, Black felt that he was probably the son of a big family, so he had no concept of money.

However, after getting in touch later, he realized that when he was complacent about taking advantage of Lance, the other party didn't care at all.

Whenever those silent and indifferent eyes looked over, Black always had the feeling that the other party was contemptuous of all sentient beings.

"Forget it, watch it if you want." Blake quickly changed his words, even if he took advantage of Lance, he was very reasonable now.

Even if a businessman opens a bookstore, it cannot conceal the essence of a businessman.

Lance took it and flipped through two pages casually, "Why do you have it?"

Blake lowered his voice, "It's always been there, but I've hidden it in a very hidden place."

"You also know that everyone hates angels very much. If people see positive books about angels in the store, they might come to make trouble!"

Lance closed the book and stacked it on the book in his other hand. The corners of his lips twitched slightly: "I don't reject it."

Black laughed, "Since that's the case, you can take it back. It's cheaper for you, just one gold coin."

Lance frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Blake hurriedly said, "A gold coin is a bit expensive, how about 30 silver coins?"

"No, the original price is fine."

No matter what his supporters are, the value they should have must not be ignored because of the worldly perspective.

Blake was happy, if he had known this, he would not have been forced to buy and sell just now.

Sure enough, he still liked dealing with Lance.

In fact, the money bag Lance gave is enough to control four books.

However, in Lance's eyes, that bag of money was used to pay for the first three books.

"On credit, I'll give it to you next Thursday."

Blake: "Success!"

Lance then turned and left without hesitation.

Blake propped his chin, squinted his eyes like an old fox, and watched the tall and straight white-haired boy go away.

I was amused by Lance's answer that he didn't reject angels just now.

Not to mention what he doesn't dislike, just ask him what he likes, and he probably won't be able to find out what he likes.

Knowing Lance for many years, Blake has never seen other colors in the boy's eyes.

Always so calm, no sadness or joy.

It's just like his ice magic, giving people a calm and indifferent feeling.

Lance returned to the residence, took off his short boots, and hung his large robe on a simple hanger.

As usual, put things on the living room table.

The arched back suddenly paused in the air.

The white-haired boy raised his eyes, and saw a girl curled up on the sofa with a layer of light all over her body.

(End of this chapter)