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Chapter 124 Shopping?

When Jessica spoke out, Gwen was about to say that she wanted to go, but Richard shut the little girl up by saying "it's at your own expense."

Gwen secretly estimated the number of bills remaining in her wallet, and after careful consideration, she remained silent.

Yes, she is making a movie and is moving towards becoming a rich young woman, but she hasn't gotten the money yet.

Until the dividends are definitely received, she is still just a high school girl, relying on selling a few selfies of herself every month to make a living...

As for Jessica... that's not to mention. Someone is still grieving for his bonus that was lost early in the battle.

...

After a while, Richard and Amora arrived on the top floor.

"I can use magic to take you there directly." Amora said, "It only takes a spell to do it."

Richard smiled: "Thanks, but no need. You can just show me the way."

After all, Amora only had a short-term trading relationship with him, and it was not to the point where he could be trusted. Although it was not necessary, Richard was still used to holding the steering wheel in his hands, and Amora only had to be responsible.

That's it for the humanoid navigator.

Amora shrugged her shoulders to show that she didn't care, then put a hand on her waist: "Then it's up to you. How do we get there now? Take a human vehicle?"

"No," said Richard, "sit on mine."

While speaking, the white energy blast gun gradually emerged in the light and appeared in his hand. Richard raised his hand, pointing the muzzle of the gun into the sky, and a blue beam of light shot into the sky from the blast gun, like

A brilliant signal bomb tore through the night sky and disappeared into the dark sky.

After a while, there seemed to be a buzz in the air.

An afterimage flew from the distant horizon, and in an instant it shot to the building where the two of them were. The stone wings slowed down, slowly lowered their height and hung to the edge of the rooftop, a warm and soft ball.

A blue light emerged from the bottom of the Stone Wings, surrounded the two people, and was absorbed into the interior of the aircraft.

The next second, the aircraft took off into the sky, like a sharp arrow piercing the night, and disappeared in an instant.

There is no real thing inside the Stone Wings, but a deep space that seems to be completely built by energy, filled with a faint blue light. Amora is sucked into it, feeling the vehicle under her feet moving at an alarming speed under the night.

Shuttle, couldn't help but show a slightly surprised look.

This is obviously not a vehicle that can be built with Midgard's technology, and perhaps not even Asgard's. Compared to technology, this aircraft feels more natural to her, like

Just like what existed originally.

"You are really a man full of secrets." Amora smiled softly.

Richard was noncommittal.

Stone Wings flew extremely fast, and they arrived in Nepal in just a short time.

Following Amora's instructions, Stone Wings left them behind in a small town near Kathmandu. When the two walked into the town, a Buddhist atmosphere immediately hit their faces. The entire town was almost made up of quaint temples.

Put together, people are coming and going on the streets, people are shoulder to shoulder, like a lively market.

Richard has never been to Nepal in his two lives, but at least the style of this town is similar to the town in the "Doctor Strange" movie. Amora led the way, and the two quickly merged into the crowd.

While walking, the Asgardian witch suddenly stopped at a vendor's cart outside a temple, and her eyes fell squarely on a pair of bracelets on the cart.

When the hawker saw that her face was Western, he knew that this was a foreign tourist, and in the eyes of the locals, he was the most suitable fat sheep for the knife. So he immediately smiled with a smile on his face and started selling in English with a local accent:

"Oh, lady, you have really good taste. This bracelet is not an ordinary one..."

The hawker Balabala spoke a lot, and his lines were so fluent and fluent that Richard couldn't help but wonder if this guy had memorized them in advance.

In fact, it seemed to him that the salesman's salesmanship wasn't necessarily very clever. If you go to any tourist area in the world, there will always be some locals who will grab you and tell you such a long list of things to fool you into confusion.

He took out his wallet.

I remember the DC store next door, Metropolis, has been selling peripherals at the airport for several years. Every vendor has a bunch of treasures packed at the bottom of the box, such as the T-shirt that Superman wore when he first debuted, and the first bullet that was lucky enough to be deflated by Superman.

...

Anyway, these are all things that fool foreigners. Who among the locals would believe that?

Put here, Amora is obviously the "foreigner". Maybe Asgard has never had this kind of routine, or maybe it's because the vendor has a eloquent tongue and praised Amora with a series of "beautiful" names.

I was so happy that the Asgardian witch bought the pair of bracelets without saying a word and without even giving back the price.

However, an embarrassing problem arises at this time. The Asgardian witch obviously does not have earth currency...

So naturally, the witch cast a look for help at her only companion on this trip. As a result, Richard hugged her arms and looked around at the scenery, with no intention of paying attention to her at all.

Hey, what are you looking at? Just two words, no money!

But this little problem didn't bother the Asgardian witch. Amora smiled, reached behind her, and pulled out a few local banknotes from nowhere. The vendor smiled happily, hurriedly accepted them, nodded and bowed and gave away two

A distinguished guest goes out.

The two continued to move forward, and Amora put on a pair of brand new bracelets, looking like she couldn't put them down. While she was making gestures, she asked her "companions" around her to appreciate them: "What do you think they look like?"

How's it going? It looks stupid.

Although Richard didn't say it, he really felt it was funny in his heart. He wanted to say that you don't know, the price of a piece of stuff like my Datianchao is at most ten yuan...

However, the vendor definitely failed to take advantage this time. Richard glanced at her and asked: "So the money that the person collected just now will definitely not turn into stone or something when you wake up, right?

"

"Of course not." Amora smiled with a clear voice, "But it will turn into a crow."

Richard: "..."

Imagine that the banknotes in the hawker's hand suddenly turned into a crow, and flew away while flapping its wings while screaming "yaaa", and suddenly I felt a little sympathy for that person...

After walking a few steps, Amora stopped outside the window of a store this time. Her eyes were drawn directly to the woolen shawl in the window. The witch's eyes were bright and she was about to go in and take a look.

, but Richard grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

Richard said with a dark face: "Do business."

You don’t really think that I came all the way to go shopping with you, do you?

(Thanks to book friends kidboy88 and Xiao Shengtan for the tip!)


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