After a long while, the little boy's clone slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.
"I didn't expect that old guy to be quite rich."
"In addition to some of his clothes and daily necessities, this Sumeru Ring is made up of gold bars that look like a hill."
"Is this old guy going to rob the vault of a big bank?"
"Ugh... there are a lot of spiritual stones, and there are more than a dozen big boxes filled with them."
"But most of them are low-grade spiritual stones. There are very few middle-grade spiritual stones and high-grade spiritual stones. There are no top-grade spiritual stones at all."
"Totaling these spiritual stones together, it is said that there are as many as two to three million low-grade spiritual stones."
"This old guy is really extremely rich. He is indeed a member of the Casamonica family!"
"It's just that these things are not all advantageous to me in the end, hahaha..."
After having fun for a while, the little boy's clone looked thoughtful again.
"In this way, with the 1.2 billion cash and 3,000 high-grade spiritual stones I won in the casino, as well as the gold and spiritual stones in Old John's Sumeru Ring, plus my own assets, I think it will be
It’s enough to capture those three tears of time.”
"If this is not enough, then I can only use the 100,000 high-grade spiritual stones in the Sumeru Ring that Old Tang gave me."
"It's just that those spiritual stones were originally intended to be used to exchange for the mysterious ore that was suspected to be the Sky Star Stone from Dawson."
"Once I misappropriate it privately, it will definitely be difficult for Old Tang to explain it to me."
"Of course, this is the worst-case scenario. I won't do this unless it is absolutely necessary."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know. If you really encounter a magical object like Tears of Time, I won't let it go no matter what."
"If you want me to watch the old turtle belch, I really can't do it."
"No matter whether the Tears of Time can ripen dragon fruit or not, as long as there is a chance of survival, I will try it."
"As for the mysterious ore in Dawson's hand that is suspected to be the Sky Star Stone, we can only see how many spiritual stones are left after the auction ends."
"I really don't have any money, so whether it's stealing or robbing, I have to do it!"
After making a decision in his heart, the kid clone with slight obsessive-compulsive disorder immediately took out Old John's clothes and daily necessities from the cyan ring and threw them on the ground.
"Feng Ke, throw all these miscellaneous things into the trash can."
After Feng Ke left with a lot of sundries, the kid's clone turned his attention to Alice who was sitting very elegantly on the sofa.
"Alice, on the auction list, the starting price for Tears of Time is 500,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Does this auction only support payment with spiritual stones?"
"Then do I still have to exchange the cash on me into spiritual stones?"
"No need to go to such trouble." Alice shook her head and explained with a chuckle, "Nowadays, there is an international exchange ratio for cash and spiritual stones, but the ratio will fluctuate slightly every moment.
But the overall range doesn’t change much.”
"So, at the auction, when you shout out the price, you only need to shout out the number of spirit stones."
"When it's time to pay, you can pay in cash or spiritual stones."
The little boy's clone nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll be relieved."
…
On the other side, Old John came out of the casino with a gloomy face, as if someone owed him millions.
Being defeated in the hands of a kid who was younger than his grandson made old John feel angry all the time.
Especially, it is even worse when I think of having most of my life savings taken away by the other party.
Old John, who exuded an aura of being off-limits to strangers, went to the largest bar on the Freedom of the Seas in such an aggressive manner.
Fortunately, this ship is all owned by the Casamonica family, so he can keep accounts before he drinks.
Otherwise, he, now penniless, would have to be kicked out by the store.
Of course, this store must have the ability to kick out a second-grade monk who is freeloading.
Sitting at the bar, there was a "bang", and Old John slapped the bar hard, startling the people drinking around him.
Fortunately, the waiters at the bar knew Old John, so they stepped forward to comfort the guests who looked unhappy.
If he didn't stop him, Old John, whose bad mood was written all over his face, would have to cause something to happen today.
It's okay to injure the guests, as long as they are afraid of causing harm to people.
"Where's the wine? Why don't you serve it to me quickly?" Old John's eyes were full of impatience.
Seeing something wrong with Old John's face, the bartender was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath. He quickly poured Old John a glass of vodka, which he often drank.
After a glass of strong vodka, Old John let out a long sigh of relief.
Just when Old John pushed the wine glass in front of the bartender and asked him to refill it, the person in charge of the bar, a woman with long curly rose-red hair and very delicate makeup, walked slowly to the old man in cat steps.
Sit down next to John.
Holding a lady's cigarette in her hand, this woman squinted her eyes very charmingly, leaned sideways against the bar, and lightly opened her sexy and plump red lips: "Mr. John, who made you angry again?"
"With your strength as a second-grade monk, on this cruise ship Freedom of the Seas, there won't be any unscrupulous people who will mess with you, right?"
"Let me guess, are they the people from the Weapon Refiner's Guild?"
Seeing a trace of uneasiness flashing across Old John's face, the woman thought she had guessed it right, so she said to herself: "Mr. John, all those weapon refiners have their eyes set on the top, and they know how to put on airs, which is really annoying."
Hate."
Speaking of this, she carefully looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to her side, so she lowered her voice and said: "The tempers of those masters of weapon refining are even weirder, no one has any dignity..."
"Wait a minute, Megan, have you heard that there is a very young master of weapon refining, less than ten years old, on this ship?" Old John suddenly sat up straight, his expression became serious.
The bar manager named Megan hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said: "Not long ago, I did hear from several guests that there were rumors about a young master of weapon refining in China."
Speaking of this, Megan looked suddenly surprised: "You shouldn't offend this young master of weapon refining, right?"
Old John's face turned dark and he looked a little embarrassed. He quickly picked up the wine glass containing vodka and took a sip.
Megan was not ready to let him go, and asked with interest: "By the way, are you starting a fight with this young master of weapon refining? Who loses and who wins?"
Suddenly, Megan slapped her smooth forehead: "I'm really stupid. Seeing how you look like you've taken a bullet, do you still need to ask? It's obvious that you were defeated in someone else's hands."
Hearing this, Old John's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
As long as you know it in your heart, why do you say it out loud?