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Chapter 54

"The lighter is broken?" Shiraishi looked closer and looked suspiciously.

After looking at it, I realized that there was nothing wrong with the lighter.

But no matter how long the flame it spits burns on the wick, once it is removed, the candle is still an unlit candle, and even the surrounding wax has not melted at all.

...Is there some kind of protection mechanism that only he can use?

"Let me try." Shiraishi took the lighter from the Butterfly Ninja's hand and leaned over to light it himself.

One minute has passed, two minutes have passed...

Click——

Shiraishi threw away the hot lighter, shook his hand, and grabbed the candlestick: "This is disguised as colored ceramic."

But no matter how you touch it, it still feels like wax...

Until he reached out his hand to pick up the candle wick in confusion.

The next moment, the light screen suddenly popped up, and the backpack interface and currency interface were displayed on the screen.

In the backpack, the grid where [[N]Memory Fragment] is located is glowing slightly.

The currency interface, the row where [Crystal] is located, has the same reaction.

Shiraishi was silent for a moment at this too obvious hint and understood.

...No wonder after he passed the novice stage, he was given this non-consumable, almost buggy prop that could transcend life and death - it turned out that he had to throw fuel into it.

Now it's all just a crystal, a fragment of memories, I can't afford to try...

Shiraishi sighed and put away the candle again.

The Butterfly Ninja looked at his actions and was quite puzzled: "Aren't you going to click?"

"No." Shiraishi said with a changed face, "Fuel is a bit expensive."

Butterfly nodded with understanding, put away the long knife, and stretched back to the counter.

It was still early, so Shiraishi thought about it after returning home and decided that he should go to the school first and get back the envelope containing the event details that Suzuki Ayako said.

——She only said next week, not the specific day. It would be better to get it in advance to prevent missing it.

Originally, he was going to go through the back door, but before opening the door, Shiraishi suddenly remembered something.

He then opened the front door again and asked the Butterfly Ninja behind the counter: "Are you still willing to make those props?"

"Okay." Butterfly Ninja looked interested.

She took a closer look at Shiraishi and found that the store manager seemed to be looking forward to the props, so she made a small request: "If you have any herbs or new seasonings, you can give them to me."

The power of herbs does indeed sound much greater than that of ordinary vegetables. Shiraishi nodded.

"That's right." Butterfly Ninja remembered something again and called out to Shiraishi when he was about to close, "It's best to buy some more pots. I'm afraid there won't be enough in the store."

"..." Some pots... Shiraishi was startled by this quantifier. He looked at the long row of pots of various types that came with the store. Is this really not enough?

He nodded hesitantly: "I will buy two more, but we are not very rich now, so you should save money when you use them."

The Butterfly Ninja may have thought about the candle fuel just now, so he pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't waste it on purpose."

Would that be an unintentional waste? Shiraishi sighed, turned around and went out.

Fortunately, he has no plans to open a shop for the time being, and he doesn't dare to eat the food cooked by Butterfly Ninja. After all, pots are really not necessary. If they can be exchanged for props... just a few of them will break.



Shiraishi took a ride to school, found the cabinet on the left side of the research room, opened it, and saw a row of thick envelopes neatly arranged, which blinded the poor man's eyes.

Shiraishi stood in front of the cabinet and admired it for a while, then took out one, poured it out and took a quick look. It contained at least ten 10,000 yen bills.

Food and accommodation are included, travel expenses are included, and a lot of subsidies are given... In this way, even if the venue of the event is changed ten times, he can completely accept it.

Taking the envelope with him, Shiraishi walked out of school and went shopping in pharmacies, supermarkets and other places.

In the evening, he finally finished his shopping and got on the bus with large and small bags. He looked like an old man carrying specialties into the city to see his children.

Shiraishi even thought about bringing a medicine mortar back, but Butterfly Ninja never asked for this. She seemed to be able to bring some small tools with her.

Getting on the bus went smoothly.

But when he got off the bus through the front door, Shiraishi moved for a moment but didn't move - there were too many things and his bag was stuck in the door.

"It's hard for a young man to have such little strength!" The enthusiastic old lady behind who wanted to get out of the car noticed his predicament and rolled up her sleeves with a smile, "I'll help you."

Shiraishi was about to say that it was not a matter of strength, but a matter of physics, but before he could utter the first word, a strong force from behind pushed him against the bag he was carrying.

Shiraishi was caught off guard and fell out of the car, but he didn't fall. However, the sack containing three or four pots was thrown out and went straight to a passerby.

Being blocked by the sack, Shiraishi could only clearly see the person's school uniform skirt and her slender legs under the skirt. She looked like a thin girl.

His heart skipped a beat, and he yelled "Get out of the way" in remedial action. Before the final sound even hit the ground, there was a soft thud, and the other party caught his sack firmly.

Shiraishi steadied his body and looked at everything in a daze, when he saw a head peeking out from behind the sack.

Mao Lilan tilted her head, and when she saw it was him, she smiled kindly:

"Mr. Shiraishi, what a coincidence. Why did you buy so many things? It must be very heavy. Can I help you get some more?"

"..." Bai Shi silently put his heart down, "Thank you, I can take it."

The bus stop is still a short distance from home, so it's a bit embarrassing to be silent all this time.

Baishi looked at Mao Lilan, who was holding the pot for him, and asked, "You seem a little excited?"

"Huh? It's so obvious." Mao Lilan smiled sheepishly, then lowered her voice and told him mysteriously:

"Have you heard of the Chungse Art Museum in Lukawa District? It's not far from here."


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