Chapter 887: How Do You Want to Die?

"Who are you? Why are you in our team channel?" Nagi was startled and asked in a harsh voice.

"Hehe, friend, you're joking. You're not using the Magic Rune channel; it's an unverified public channel. Just adjust it and you can join. What's so strange? Want a Star-Gazing Ticket? My name is Hui Gun, just a middleman. One hundred and ninety-nine crystals per ticket. Pass this grave and there won't be this tomb. The Star-Gazing Mirror's viewing time for the next half year is all sold out. Miss me, and you'll have to wait half a year to buy one."

This middleman named Hui Gun said lazily.

"One hundred and ninety-nine magic crystals. How long is the usage time?" Nagi thought for a moment and asked with patience.

"Twelve hours." Hui Gun said.

"Damn it, you swindler! One hundred and ninety-nine magic crystals for only twelve hours? You might as well rob!" Nagi was furious.

The Star-Gazing Mirror was undoubtedly a very high-level creation, but twelve hours of usage rights could never be worth two hundred magic crystals. Two hundred magic crystals could buy a two-story house with a courtyard.

Hui Gun said lazily: "I usually go rob too, but isn't it faster now? Someone personally brings money to me, and I only need to hand over a ticket."

"You—" Nagi was angry and was about to say something when the Monarch's voice suddenly rang in his ear: "Agree to it. Pay him."

Because the communication channel had been accessed by the other party, the Monarch transmitted directly via thought. Nagi didn't have this ability and could only nod, saying in the communication channel: "Fine, I'll buy it. How do we trade? How do I know the ticket is real?"

The voice from Hui Gun's side became energetic, losing that lazy tone: "Really want it? The ticket has the Astral Observatory's seal. I'm at the defense tower of the teleportation array, wearing a gray cloak, blue pants, and red boots. You'll see me when you come. Money first, ticket second."

Nagi asked again: "How do I know if the Astral Observatory's seal is real?"

Hui Gun sneered: "If you can't distinguish the real from the fake on the Astral Observatory's seal, why come to see the Star-Gazing Mirror? Don't you know the Astral Observatory's seal is a star chart? Without astrological ability, who could forge the Astral Observatory's seal?"

Nagi awkwardly rubbed his nose, having exposed his ignorance. Just as he wanted to say something else, the Monarch's voice rang out: "Give it to him. No need to waste time over these hundred-odd magic crystals."

For the ruler of a world, problems that can be solved with money aren't problems. That's why rich people like to solve problems with money; it's the lowest-cost method. For them, time is actually the most expensive.

Nagi reluctantly said: "Fine. My person is coming to trade."

The Monarch's voice rang in Seeing Ange's soul: "Seeing Ange, you go get it. Leave a mark on him. We'll find him later."

If it can be solved with money, solve it with money. But how do you solve the problem of 'no money'?

Seeing Ange nodded, walked to the defense tower, and spotted a cloaked figure at a glance.

Seeing Ange held up the bag of magic crystals. The cloaked figure glanced curiously at Seeing Ange's hand, suppressed his curiosity, and handed over a ticket.

Seeing the seal on the ticket, Seeing Ange immediately understood why the Astral Observatory's seal was said to be unforgeable. It was simply an incredibly complex star chart, just like the plane coordinate system of the World Transfer Station. Focusing your mind on it, the seal instantly imprinted itself into your consciousness.

Such a complex star chart would make an ordinary person dizzy at a glance, but to a professional, it was easy to distinguish truth from falsehood at a glance—for instance, this star isn't in this position, or that group of stars has their positions reversed.

A tiny seal could distinguish professionals from ordinary people; it was indeed very hard to forge.

When Seeing Ange took the ticket, his finger brushed the other's fingertip. Here he squeezed, there the other released. The trade was complete.

With the defense tower right overhead, there was no fear of the other party making a move. Hui Gun stood there boldly, watching Seeing Ange and the others leave, only then diving into the crowd and vanishing in an instant.

After asking his way to the Astral Observatory, Nagi took the ticket to the entrance, asked, and soon returned with a dark face: "Damn it, we've been scammed."

"Is the ticket fake?" the Monarch asked in a deep voice.

"The ticket isn't fake, but it's a daytime ticket. Daytime visibility is low, and the Vast Void can't be seen during the first half of the year." Nagi said.

The Monarch laughed: "It's been a long time since I've been scammed. Fortunately, Seeing Ange left a mark. Let's go catch the scammer."

Hui Gun crossed the noisy marketplace, passed through the densely populated workshops, walked into a flower shop, deliberately rubbed his body against the fresh flowers a few times, then left through the shop's back door, finally arriving at a house on the street corner, pushing the door open and walking inside.

Back home, Hui Gun finally let out a long sigh, removed the hood of the cloak, revealing a delicate face. But strangely, his (her) skin was wax-yellow.

Hui Gun washed his face with a wet Mao Jin, revealing his true skin color, which was a light green. He tore off a layer of sticky paper from his ear, revealing pointed ears. Was she actually a goblin?

However, compared to the short goblins, Hui Gun's height clearly exceeded the normal goblin range, being about the same as a human. Can goblins grow this tall?

Having removed his disguise, Hui Gun excitedly took out the money bag, counted the magic crystals inside, and after confirming the number hadn't decreased, she let out a satisfied "Ha!" and lay down on the floor.

"Big business! The people of Wang Cheng are stupid and have lots of money. I should have come sooner. Ha..." Hui Gun laughed excitedly and contentedly in a low voice. A daytime Star-Gazing Ticket had earned her a full one hundred and ninety-nine magic crystals.

Daytime Star-Gazing Tickets aren't worth much. Nighttime tickets are usually twenty magic crystals each. Now, due to the appearance of the Light Point Fortress, they've been speculated up to fifty magic crystals each. As for daytime tickets, they're given away for free or bundled; they're simply not worth much.

Even if it were a fifty-crystal night ticket, selling it for one hundred and ninety-nine would be a huge profit, let alone a daytime ticket.

Unfortunately, she couldn't get night tickets; they were indeed snatched up by others and sold out half a year in advance. If you wanted to buy, you'd have to wait half a year.

But by then, the star pattern would have moved to daytime. To see the Light Point Fortress then, you'd have to buy a daytime ticket. Moreover, judging by the Light Point Fortress's momentum, in half a year it might pass through the Vast Void and arrive here.

This was her biggest income since arriving in Wang Cheng. No business for half a year, but one deal is enough to eat for several years. Too profitable. Thank the God of Commerce for blessing...

Thinking of this, Hui Gun suddenly remembered something, jumped up from the ground, walked to the corner, dug open a secret compartment, took out a goblin statue, placed it properly, took out two magic crystals as offerings, and then began to kowtow:

"God of Commerce, bless me. I offer one percent. Please, God of Commerce, bless me: wealth when my left eye twitches, finding money when I go out, free food and drink, gold coins raining down on my head, magic crystals filling the house."

As she prayed, the goblin statue suddenly lit up with divine light, and the two magic crystals vanished with a "whoosh."

"Huff—Ah!" Hui Gun let out a long sigh, opened her eyes, and screamed, because two people had silently appeared before her: one was a swordsman in leather armor, and the other was a cloaked figure.

Hui Gun recognized this cloaked figure; it was the construct she had traded with. Oh my god, the victim has come knocking.

The Monarch, in the form of a leather-armor swordsman, asked "kindly": "A goblin? So tall? No matter. Goblin, how do you want to die?"

Regardless of how the Monarch disposed of that goblin, Seeing Ange strolled around the room on his own, soon spotting a pile of Astral Observatory tickets on the table. Picking one up at random to look at for a while, Seeing Ange suddenly thought of a good idea.