George nodded and smiled, but said nothing.
In theory, that’s true. Bosses have way better stats and better skills than class changers.
But George had a familiar, and that familiar was also a boss.
George stayed silent.
Carol’s body was shaking with fear.
"By the way, do you guys sell skill books here? I want to buy one, and also... do you buy materials?"
Carol blinked, then snapped back to reality. "Yes, we do buy materials."
She swallowed hard, her mind going completely blank.
Getting that high so fast? And now he wants to sell materials? Did he kill high-level monsters?
"Please follow ."
Carol stepped away from the counter, letting another staff mber take over, then led George to a VIP room.
"Have so tea."
Carol brought over a cup of tea.
George drank it in one go.
"Um, what kind of materials are they? Can I see them?"
George frowned.
"Are you sure? Right here?"
The VIP room was big. According to George’s guess, the Troll’s body would easily fit in, but it would almost fill the whole room.
The floor had a carpet. If it got blood on it, it would be a pain to clean.
Carol nodded. "It’s fine, just take it out, Mr. George."
George shrugged and said nothing.
Carol muttered under her breath: "Just so monster materials..."
The next second, George waved his hand. The Troll’s body in his storage space suddenly trembled.
Then, a huge, ugly monster crashed to the floor with a loud clang!
Carol’s eyes widened instantly. Her face was full of fear and disbelief!
Her pupils shrank, and her teeth started to chatter!
"Troll? This is an Elite Troll? A 17-level boss?!"
After staring for a long ti, Carol let out a shocked scream!
She looked like she was about to go crazy!
"You... you... you killed this?!" Carol looked at him in terror, not believing her eyes!
A 17-level Troll!
A really scary monster!
Carol was only a 4-level life class character. If this Troll was alive... it would be a disaster!
It could destroy countless life class characters like Carol, and even people who hadn’t awakened yet.
In this Ga Invasion Era, every level up was super hard.
High-level sanctuaries needed passes, which were super expensive. Gear and skill books also cost a lot.
And the bosses were super strong. It was really hard to level up.
But this kid in front of her reached max level for First Class Change in less than two hours. He even surpassed Carol’s level!
And he had a terrifying Troll’s body in his hands?
Is he crazy?
Who is this rich kid?
Heavenly Gang’s Mountain Division
Tarnison sat in his office, stressed out about the business of the gang.
As one of the important divisions of the Heavenly Gang, Tarnison had a lot of ssy tasks, and everything was a pain in the ass, making him feel totally stressed.
Knock knock knock.
The door was knocked on.
Tarnison shouted, "Co in."
A young man walked in and said, "Dad, the news from the second district ca in. Executioner got caught."
This young man was Tarnison’s eldest son, John. He was pretty capable, and he was at the peak of the Second Stage.
"What? What happened?" Tarnison stood up instantly. "Executioner had a permit! He should be fine!"
The Heavenly Gang was one of the five big groups in Bloom City. Only a few divisions made money in the lower three districts. Most of the big operations were in the middle three. Getting a permit was not easy. It was a valuable resource in the gang.
John said in a serious tone, "The news ca from the Security Bureau. Executioner failed to kidnap soone and got caught by the officers."
"Damn it!" Tarnison was furious. He knocked everything off the table.
Not only did they lose a person, but they also lost a permit. That was a big waste.
You see, a permit was a way to go to the upper three districts to smuggle things. It brought in a lot of money. Before, smuggling drugs had never gone wrong. Now, trying to kidnap a girl with no power or support went wrong. That was total nonsense.
"Should we get Executioner out?" John was upset, but he still asked.
"Get him out? What are we going to use? Those security officers are just parasites that suck blood from the lower six. How much money would it take to feed them?" Tarnison’s eyes had red veins. His chest was heaving.
Damn it. His son was killed, a key mber was lost, and they even lost a permit. All of it was because of Bolantie Dean.
Tarnison now wanted to rip Bolantie Dean into pieces.
"What now?" John asked.
Tarnison cald down, leaned back on the table, and said, "Wait a few days. Let Rex co to us first."
19th Floor Bar
Dark Eyes? A heart that never dies?
Bruno shook his head honestly. "I really don’t know. I don’t even know what a special constitution is."
The bartender smiled and explained, "It’s simple. It’s part of your core bone. Most people think the quality of your core bone determines how well you absorb Enchantnt Elents. But actually, that’s the most basic and common one. In my opinion, those don’t even count as real core bones."
That was pretty bold.
Bruno thought to himself.
But this guy had a reason to act that way. He had a special constitution after all.
The bartender continued, "So people are born with a special constitution. Their eyes, organs, a bone, or even part of their blood can have strange and amazing abilities.
Of course, not everyone is born with it. You can also develop it later. For example, if you practice a certain ditation technique to a high level, you can slowly gain a special constitution."
Bruno suddenly understood.
After the Ten Thousand Hells High Rank, the first thing is Luminous Bone? And then you can slowly turn dead bones into sothing?
"Thanks for explaining that to ," Bruno said sincerely.
The dark-eyed man smiled, "You’re too polite. You’ll know all this stuff soon enough." He looked at Elise and said, "Miss Elise, would you like a drink?"
"Yeah," Elise said, her tone softening, "I’m with him. Private room."
"Got it." The dark-eyed man raised his hand and pointed to the second floor. At that mont, a servant appeared like a ghost and gestured for them to go.
A few minutes later, the two entered the private room. It was normal—sofa and a coffee table, with dim lighting.
Bruno looked around and let out a small "Ah." He could feel that the sound was being absorbed by the walls.
He reached out and touched the wall. It looked wooden, but it felt like tal.
Elise said, "It’s special alchemy tal. It’s soundproof."
"Not bad," Bruno said, impressed.
Another servant brought two cocktails over, set them down, and left. As the door closed, the room beca completely cut off from the outside world.
Elise leaned back on the sofa and picked up her drink. "I still don’t know your na."
"Bruno Hornes," the teenager sat down. "Elise, you brought here. It’s not just about drinking, right?"
Elise took a sip of her drink and said, "That bartender was actually a big deal. He’s called Black Eye."
So his na was really Black Eye?
That was pretty casual.
"Actually, this place isn’t just a bartender. It’s more like a general store. You can find out anything you want, or do anything you want here," she added.
Bruno shrugged. "Cool. Too bad this place can’t give you 3,000 gold coins in an instant."
Elise’s face, so cold and icy, suddenly cracked.
The man in front of her smiled, showing his white teeth. "Let introduce myself again. I’m a student from the Gaston Martial Arts School. Elena is my classmate. You owe her 2,000 gold coins, plus interest. That’s 3,000 total. You’re going to be late in four days."
Elise completely lost her composure. She slowly stood up and bowed deeply, lowering her face, which was as delicate as an elf’s. "Can you give a little more ti?"
Bruno narrowed his eyes and just watched Elise.
Was being late that scary?
According to Elise’s status, she was a treasure of Sunset University. Even if Elena ca to collect, she would have to think twice about the weight of Sunset University.
Why was Elise so scared?
He thought maybe Elise was just calm because she wasn’t worried.
How scary could being late be?
The next second, Bruno was even more surprised.
Elise slowly knelt down. She looked up at Bruno with crystal-like blue eyes, full of fear, and said, "Please, I beg you."
So scared?
Bruno reached out and touched the girl’s soft face, then pinched it. "First, tell why you forced yourself to boost your strength with a Psycho-Alchemical Tonic?"
She had a special constitution. She should have trained normally. Why did she put a hidden bomb in herself? That didn’t make sense at all.
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