A White Rabbit milk candies's packet suddenly fell from the table, tearing the packaging, and scattering a few milk candies outside.
Amalia picked up the White Rabbit candies, and involuntarily recalling the extraordinarily handso man's face. She fell silent for a mont, feeling sothing was amiss.
Having lived for two lifetis, this is the first ti she was thinking about a man so frequently, especially soone she barely knew.
Amalia stared at the White Rabbit candies in her hand. Perhaps it was due to this packet that every ti she saw it, she couldn't help but think about that man and that striking face. She had to admit, that man was the most good-looking man that she'd ever seen in both lifetis.
Sighing, she always thought the appearance of insterstellar star in her previous life was already quite good, but compared to him, its like heaven and earth.
In truth, he had tried one before and found the candies had rich milk flavor, not too soft or too hard, not very sweet, never cloying. Still, she couldn't find anything particularly special that would make soone like it so much.
Shaking her head, Amalia put the candies's large pack back into the table, stashing the remaining scattered ones in her pocket, and then left.
...
The old, chubby, and thin stall owners stared in disbelief. Amalia, who had co here not long ago as a custor, had in the blink of an eye set up a similar table, bearing the sa sign.
She disrupted their established trio and beca the fourth stall owner here, offering an artifact repairs.
"Little Sister, it turns out you're an Artificer," the thin stall owner spoke with an enigmatic tone, casting a strange glance at Amalia.
The artificer that capable repairing an artifacts are usually seasoned artificer with many years of experience. Therefore, soone like Amalia who is a young Artificer, and entering their field and vying for their livelihood, is quite rare.
"Indeed," Amalia nodded towards them politely, saying, "This is my first ti venturing into business. Please guide ."
Amalia placed what she brought on the stall, which wasn't much, just a signboard, and that was it.
"It's good, young lad, stepping into this business at such a tender age; it's not a common sight," the chubby stall owner chuckled.
"What's good about it? Setting up a stall here isn't about how good-looking you are; it's about skill," the thin stall owner shook his head.
"In the artifact repair business, the most important thing isn't looks, it's age. The older you are, the more custors trust you."
"In that case, does it an your business is the worst?" Amalia asked.
The thin stall owner: "..."
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