HBWnovel Chapter 131 Give Me a Refund!
Chapter 131 Give Me a Refund!
Ever since the Pet Leaderboard was introduced, Blue Planet had been swept up in a frenzy of searching for dragons and acquiring pet contract scrolls. In the past few days, the auction house had seen a surge in these items.
An entry-level pet contract scroll now cost 888 gold, mid-level doubled at 1,688 gold, and high-level ones were going for 2,888 gold. As for the top-tier special pet contract scrolls, they were priced at around 2,500 gold—a price more outrageous with each level.
Rita couldn't say for sure about the basic scrolls, but as for the mid-level, high-level, and special scrolls—those were definitely being monopolized by the Special Affairs Bureau. They were clearly targeting the wealthy players and organizations.
There was no way current players could loot that many scrolls from dungeons. And as for lone wolves cooperating with the Special Affairs Bureau to travel to Lania Kaia, they simply didn't have enough gold.
Rita hadn't even made it home yet when Rick messaged her, asking if she could get her hands on any pet contract scrolls. Recently, whenever Rick and Zoey wanted to buy any rare items, their first instinct was to ask Rita. Only if she couldn't get them would they turn to other contacts or, as a last resort, approach Shadow.Q.
Why turn down a chance to earn money from her enemies?
Rita replied: **[Rita]: How many do you need? What level?**
Rick: **[Rick]: What's the difference between a basic, mid-level, or high-level pet contract scroll, besides the type of pets they can contract?**
Rita: **[Rita]: As far as I know, no other difference.**
Rick: **[Rick]: How much for basic? I'll take two.**
Rita: **[Rita]: Give me a sec.**
Rita took her time driving home. She wasn't in a rush. Besides, this was her brother—there was no harm in overcharging him a little. After all, if you couldn't profit from your own brother, what were you doing?
She couldn't charge the auction house prices, though. That might scare him off. She still needed to be subtle.
Rita replied: **[Rita]: I can get them for about 799 gold each. Since you're my brother, I'll give you a discount. Let's say 1,595 gold for two.**
Three whole gold coins off. That's what family's worth, right?
Drinking more than 50 ml puts the player in a drunken frenzy, increasing all stats by 500% for 5 minutes before forcing the player into unconsciousness for 8 hours.**
Both were valuable. The Daughter Red, especially, was the perfect item for high-risk fights. The only downside was that since Rita hadn't brewed it herself, the effects wouldn't be tripled.
As for the Turtle Jade...
Rita took out a gold coin and threw it hard at the turtle's shell. The instant the coin made contact, it dissolved into the jade, and a golden money bag icon appeared next to her luck stat on her status screen.
Double the financial luck, huh?
Rita was looking forward to this. She put both the Turtle Jade and Daughter Red into her magician's false teeth and continued with her tasks.
After patting all her cats in the backyard, she got to work making a large batch of food.
Nivalis, after fighting for eight hours straight and playing for an entire day and night, was finally tired. After filling up an entire storage crate with dragon dung, she went to sleep.
Once Rita stored all the food in the fridge and backyard, she returned to her room, closed the curtains, turned off the lights, and disguised herself as a goblin. After making her usual three gold coins for the day, she headed back to Lania Kaia.
Her first stop was the auction house, where she sold off all the loot she'd gathered from Nivalis's dungeon. She also put up 500 pounds of dragon dung to see if there'd be any takers.
Then, she searched for basic pet contract scrolls.
Even here, these things were scarce—wait, what? How did the Special Affairs Bureau manage to corner this market too?! Why had the prices gone up?
They used to be 498 gold; now they were 588! Some even listed for 599 gold...
Where was her financial luck? Where?!
Rita yanked out the turtle jade and squeezed it tightly: **"Give me a refund!"**