"But before that..."
Yi Lin lowered his head to glance at the dagger in his hand, which now had countless notches.
The "Beginner's Dagger" durability had dropped to the lowest.
Thinking of his next actions, Yi Lin couldn't help but curl his lips into a benevolent smile.
"Hello, boss, I've come to turn in a quest."
"These are indeed the goods I lost, but..."
"But what?"
The middle-aged, somewhat portly weapons merchant frowned, lifting up one of the "Beginner's Daggers" and asked in puzzlement, "How come this dagger is all chipped like this?"
Yi Lin spread his palms, his expression one of innocence: "Well, I have no idea. They were already like this when I found them."
"Alright then."
The weapons merchant nodded helplessly.
"Pah."
Wang Tiandi pressed his ears down with his paws, covering them tightly.
Why did he always have the feeling that he had heard these kinds of lies somewhere before?
And yet, he clearly didn't know this sly human before.
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