Caroline Edwin picked up her bag, ready to leave.
Suddenly, she paused, turning to look at the talisman drawn in a corner.
She spoke indifferently, "These talismans are useless."
Despite being well-drawn, they did not possess any mana, rendering them purely decorative and practically useless. Selling these could potentially harm the shop's reputation.
She left the shop after saying this.
Watching the direction she left in, Jean Norris glanced at the stack of talismans covered in dust in the corner.
A few minutes passed and he slammed the cashier's desk, letting out an ungraceful roar, "Bloody hell! My respects to the mover!"
The pile of talismans were drawn by him. Because they had no effects, Jean Norris never expected to make much of a profit out of them.
Occasionally, a blind fool would buy a talisman, but they would all return in a rage, cursing at him.
"Bam——"
His hand accidentally hit the calculator as he slapped the cashier's desk.
