Chapter 54: Ji Ming Drifts Aimlessly Half His Life (sobbing)

First came the black coat, then the white long robe.

He glanced back slightly, Ji Ming's fingers didn't stop, even undoing the innermost white shirt.

Then…

Then he pulled out a hastily sewn-on gray pocket, ugly beyond description.

He took out all the money inside and counted it, then counted a large handful of copper coins from the white robe's money pouch.

After he was dressed again, Ji Ming, with a pained expression, offered the money in his hand.

"Miss…"

Before he could utter the lines he'd rehearsed in his mind for half a day, he felt a flash before his eyes and received a solid blow to his forehead.

"Young man, you're trying to trick this old fool into giving you a discount, aren't you?"

Buluowa set down the duster in her hand, narrowed her eyes, and spoke slowly.

"But those few fidgety moves you just made were actually quite convincing."

"How so? Are you preparing for tomorrow's new job right now?"

Tomorrow is the day the debt collector comes calling.

Following the usual procedure, if Ji Ming still can't come up with the money…

Indeed, he would then have to enter the service industry, achieve a bad ending, and load the defeat CG.

Although that certainly wouldn't happen in reality, Ji Ming thought it over and still put on a sincere expression.

"Ms. Buluowa, actually I came to buy materials this time intending to gamble on it."

"If I can sell all the medicines, I'll not only clear my debts cleanly, but if luck is good, I could also save up the money for buying a battle shield."

Then he put on a hopeful gaze, continually staring at her.

Buluowa didn't answer, just kept a cold face and swept the money on the table into the drawer with her arm.

"Useless, I could never give you a discount."

Ji Ming's mouth twitched, and he gave a helpless smile in his heart.

Ah, having acted himself into this state, this old lady…

"To have fallen to this point, fundamentally it's because you're too weak."

Buluowa leaned against the chair back, shook loose her wide sleeves, and revealed her arm.

Every elf is a born professional and artist.

As an extension of their bloodline, half-elves naturally inherit this as well.

Although that single arm is covered in burns and scars from slashing, its lines remain extraordinarily well-built.

With such racial talent, even a newly adult individual can single‑handedly lift an extremely heavy weapon.

And so, Buluowa clenched her fist in the air, adjusted her force, and thrust forward sharply.

Clearly it was an empty‑handed display, yet Ji Ming felt his cheek being scraped raw.

"I see your usual weapon is a long‑handled shovel; how about it—interested in learning the spear with me?"

……Could it really be my own mother!?

If Ji Ming had no boss and no system, merely an ordinary person, he would soon be ready to be killed by the author.

Now he must surely be kneeling on the ground, kowtowing loudly, crying and beginning to wail, "I've drifted aimlessly half my life; I want to support you in your old age."

Likewise, Ji Ming gave Buluowa full face.

"You!"

He shouted in shock, as excited as if he'd just learned the current emperor was his own father.

"Are your words true?"

If people's eyes could really glow, Ji Ming would now be a high‑beam dog no matter how you put it.

Buluowa pressed her lips together, turned sideways, and pressed the parchment outward.

"Remember, come here tomorrow night."

And when she moved her hand away, a money pouch was already placed there.

……

Ji Ming exhaled.

If one said Buluowa's credit rating before was on par with Sitong,

then now it's second only to Boss Yangyue.

He lowered his body with a solemn expression, leaning on the counter.

"Since you've said all that, I'll lay my cards on the table as well."

Having clarified the money matters, Ji Ming hoisted the large bag beside him.

"Ms. Buluowa, thank you again for your support and help!"

Having said that, he left the shop alone.

Watching Ji Ming's receding back, Buluowa gripped the money pouch in her hand and closed her eyes.

"Ah…"

After a long while, she flipped her wrist, and several cards floated before her eyes under the workings of magic.

Moving, rotating, operating, summarizing.

But at the moment a conclusion was about to form, all the cards began to tremble incessantly and then fell uncontrollably in a heap.

"The person is clearly right……"

Buluowa opened her single eye, looking at the card face that still had no answer.

"But how can nothing be calculated at all?"

In the end, the cards were swept clean and the lights were extinguished again.

Ji Ming usually leaves right after buying, so he naturally doesn't know that Buluowa has actually been divining him behind the scenes.

Moreover, at this moment he was busy unfolding his inherent domain.

He twisted open the poison gas bomb, letting a few drops spill out; Ji Ming clenched his teeth and began to sprint.

No one would try to stop a mass of Oliger barreling forward at 20 miles per hour; in fact, people would even give it way, fearing they might be splashed if they couldn't avoid it.

Thus Ji Ming's route was truly unobstructed, with green lights all the way as he returned to the Clinic.

"Doctor, you…"

AdaiEr heard the sound of the door opening, stood up, and before finishing her words, saw Ji Ming charging toward the backyard with a thick trailing plume.

Burning, deep digging, burial.

After a long while, she wearily carried a few bags back to the main hall.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the wall to steady his breathing.

He gave a wry smile under AdaiEr's puzzled and shocked gaze.

"To put it simply, fearing danger, I used some special measures."

AdaiEr sat on the chair, arms wrapped around her staff.

"Then, why didn't you take me with you?"

Ji Ming deliberately put on a look of surprise and said, as if it were obvious.

"I recall you're a sixth‑level mage apprentice, right? Could it be that us two running together would be safer?"

AdaiEr was choked up and could only say dejectedly.

"I can also cast Fireball Technique and Earth Shield Technique..."

"Fine, I'll try for it next time."

He brushed it off casually, and Ji Ming, carrying all the ingredients, slipped into the brewing room.

He has been in this line of work for a week, and the operating procedures are completely familiar to him.

He lights the pot, adds water and ingredients; everything is second nature, as expected.

Moreover, in the current brewing process, although the intermediate state is still a massive, highly suspicious black slime, it no longer emits much foul odor.

Everything looks normal, and Ji Ming feels increasingly like a genuine professional pharmacist.

Finally, with a crisp crack like a firecracker, he lifts the pot lid and a wave of fresh fragrance spreads out.

Its color and aroma are both perfect; it can be called a fairly qualified Rejuvenation Fourth-Generation Elixir.

But to ask about its specific effects, one still needs to...

A mouse poked half its head out of the drawer, let out a startled squeak upon noticing Ji Ming's gaze, and darted straight into the corner of the room.

"You kid, why do you remember how to fight but not how to eat!"

Just as Ji Ming was about to boldly seize it, a new series of squeaks came from the corner.