"Your Highness Muria, I won't predict anything for you. The risk is too great. I'm just divining what kind of state you will be in five hundred years from now." The black-robed businessman said with a smile.
"Why are you talking so obscurely? Just tell me whether I will die unexpectedly in the future."
"Hey." Under the hood of the black-robed businessman, there was a burst of neutral laughter that could not distinguish between male and female. Then, under Muria's gaze, his hand wearing exquisite black silk gloves took out a
The mysterious shiny crystal ball chants an inexplicable spell.
A strange aura emerged around the black-robed businessman. Around him, time seemed to become chaotic, and the crystal ball in his hand also showed chaotic images, including mountains, forests, rivers, giants,
Golden dragon, city...
Various images flashed on the crystal ball. In the end, the image was fixed on a pair of eyes, a pair of shining golden eyes, with aloof majesty, and after years of vicissitudes, there seemed to be a touch of tiredness.
meaning.
Then, the crystal ball exploded. It exploded completely and turned into a pile of powder finer than sand. The black-robed businessman seemed to have expected it and set up defenses in advance to prevent a single grain of crystal sand from shooting out.
.
"Those are my eyes five hundred years from now?"
"Yes, His Highness Muria." The black-robed merchant put away the crystal powder in his hand, "If you want to pay for this little guest, the price you need to pay is to promise that in five hundred years,
If it goes against your own safety and philosophy, we will take action as appropriate."
"Such a loose condition?" Muria raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. He remembered that the condition offered by this secretive guy to Remilia was to attack three times unconditionally in five hundred years.
"Of course, your future is more valuable." The black-robed businessman who divined Muria's future said in a respectful tone. As a diviner, he seemed to have seen something else.
It's really interesting to pay for your future as payment. Muria asked herself a little doubt: "Are you sure that your divination is absolutely accurate? The future will definitely be like this?"
"Your Highness Muria, no fortune-teller will be sure that the scene he divines will definitely happen in the future. The future is changing every moment." The black-robed businessman explained aloud, "The result of my fortune-telling,
It’s just a prediction of some possibility that will happen in the future.”
"In other words, I may not still be alive five hundred years from now. Is there still a possibility of accidental death?"
"Your Highness Muria, please don't say that. Even without divination, I can guess the result. With your background, in the world of Erathia, I really can't imagine any accident that can cause your death.
"
"Well, can you change the way of trading?" Muria pondered for a moment and asked aloud, "I don't want to overdraw my future and trade with elemental crystals, is it okay?"
"Of course, no." The black-robed merchant rejected Muria in a firm tone, "Your Highness, please take a look at which of the products I sell can be purchased using elemental crystals in the outside world? Don't you think so?
, is buying them with elemental crystals a kind of humiliation and debasement to them?"
"I don't think so." Muria's face was expressionless.
"Your Highness, you must have encountered Shame Stallone, our plane merchant, and made a deal with it."
"The shame of the plane merchant?" Muria's mouth twitched, this title is really unique.
"That's right, it's the only one in our industry that sells its products with elemental crystal prices."
"Then the merchants on your plane sell goods just like you, asking customers to pay for the future?"
"You can barter, and there are other payment methods. Each plane merchant can use the method he likes to sell goods. If you want to buy my goods, you have to make a promise. When I come to your door in the future,
It’s time to take action.”
"This method of trading is just like gambling. Aren't you afraid of losing money?" Muria was a little curious. "If someone buys a product from you at the cost of selling it once in three hundred years, but he will buy it after three hundred years.
If you die unexpectedly within the year, won’t that promise be invalidated and you’ll lose all your money?”
"Your Highness, our guests are all beings favored by fate like you. The mortality rate is lower than the death rate of gods. So this is not a gamble, but an investment that will make a profit without losing money. I just need to wait.
Within a period of time, you can reap at least several times the profit.”
"Could it be that without the situation I mentioned, those blessed by fate would not die?"
"Of course, there is no existence that will not perish. It's just that the survival rate of those favored by fate is very high."
"This is reasonable." Muria nodded.
"Your Highness, do you still want to pay for the goods on Princess Remilia's behalf?"
"Yes." Muria looked at the scarlet spear on the stall, "I promise you that in five hundred years, I will take action once without violating my ideals or endangering my life."
"The deal is established!" In the hands of the black-robed businessman, something was extracted from Muria's body and condensed into a pale golden dragon scale.
"What is this?" Muria, who felt that something was missing the moment she opened her mouth, frowned and looked at the black-robed businessman with an unfriendly expression.
"It's just a voucher. It won't do you any harm. Your Highness Muria, please be patient." The black-robed businessman explained.
"Really?"
"You can take a look." The black-robed merchant very wisely handed the dragon scale in his hand to Muria for inspection.
Muria took the scales and played with them. It seemed to be an energy condensation with contract terms. However, for Muria, there were almost no restrictions. It was really just a certificate that he could see in the future.
This scale can remind you of the promise you made today.
"Will you sell this certificate as a commodity?" Muria threw the scales back to the black-robed merchant.
"As long as the price is right, there is nothing that cannot be sold." The black-robed merchant replied.
"Is that so? You are worthy of your name as a merchant." Muria looked down at the black-robed merchant with a calm face, "You can sell this certificate as a commodity, but I don't want some random guy to take it and find it in the future.
I'll take action."
"Your Highness, please rest assured about this." The black-robed businessman lowered his head slightly, "If someone comes to you with this certificate in the future, it must be a kind creature."