Perry walked out of the tent, and the hustle and bustle around him was still going on. The front desk staff saw him, smiled slightly, and asked, "Are you going to get the gold coins?"
Perry nodded, "Yes."
The staff then asked curiously, "Have you sold all your ingredients?"
Perry sighed, shook his head and said, "Not all of them have been sold yet."
Hearing this answer, the staff continued to ask, "Then have you used the transaction bubble? If so, please tell me the bubble number."
Perry tried to recall it, and then said the number he remembered. The staff nodded, took out a silver-white card from the table, handed it to him and explained, "This is a verification card. Please print your fingerprint on this card. Make sure it is the finger you use when trading, so that we can confirm your transaction information."
Perry took the card and looked at its smooth surface with some novelty. He gently pressed his finger on the designated position, and saw a faint light flash on the surface of the card, and then a number appeared. As soon as the number appeared, the staff looked up, glanced at the record book in his hand, and then pointed to a small tent not far away, and said calmly: "You can go to that tent and wait for your number to be called."
Perry looked in the direction the staff pointed, and saw the relatively small red tent. Outside the tent stood two burly men who looked like security guards. They were dressed in black, wearing military caps, swords on their waists, and the emblem of the Lilith family printed on their chests. He muttered to himself: "It seems that this place is quite strict."
He put away the card, nodded to the staff to thank them, and walked towards the small tent, thinking secretly: "After taking the gold coins, I can quickly complete the next thing."
Perry sighed in his heart, he looked down at the card in his hand, which showed that his number was 203. "I hope I don't have to wait too long."
He stepped into the small tent and found that the space inside was not spacious. There were only five or six seats, and several people were sitting quietly waiting for their numbers to be called. In the middle of the tent stood a stone cat statue, which looked simple but somewhat ferocious, especially its open mouth, as if waiting for something to be stuffed in.
Just as he was looking for a spot, a familiar voice came to his ears: "See you again, sir."
Perry looked up and saw that it was the guy who had helped him before, Tim. "Why are you here?" he asked in confusion.
Tim shrugged and said helplessly, "I was called here to help. They said they were short of staff, so they called me to fill in."
Tim pointed to the cat-shaped stone statue in the middle and explained casually, "Do you see that cat statue? It will call out numbers. When your number is called, you just need to put the card in your hand into its mouth. Sit down and wait slowly. It won't be too long."
Perry nodded, but for the sake of caution, he still asked, "Is there anything special to pay attention to here?"
Tim slapped his head, as if he remembered something: "Oh, by the way, remember to put the card in the cat statue's mouth! Otherwise, it will keep calling your number, and the voice is shrill and uncomfortable, which makes everyone upset."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cat statue suddenly spoke. The voice was really harsh and sharp, like nails scratching glass: "Number 199, number 199, come to the front."
Perry was startled by the abrupt voice and couldn't help but frown and complain: "It's really unpleasant."
At this time, a man holding the card number 199 stood up and walked slowly towards the cat statue, but ignored Tim's reminder just now and didn't put the card into the cat statue's mouth at all. The cat statue's voice instantly became more harsh: "Number 199! Number 199! Come to the front!"
When Tim saw this scene, he immediately chased after it and shouted: "Sir! Please put the card into the mouth of the stone cat! Otherwise, it will keep calling!"
The man was stunned by the shouting, and then reluctantly stuffed the card into the mouth of the cat statue. After the cat statue made a short click, it finally quieted down. Tim let out a long sigh, and when he turned around and walked back to his original position, he did not forget to laugh at himself: "Oh, I was so careless that I forgot to tell others about this in advance."
Perry watched this farce speechlessly, his mouth twitched, thinking: "What a chaotic management." He found an empty seat and sat down, complaining to the system in his heart: "Tim is really rude, how did he get hired?"
The system couldn't help but tease: [Maybe there is really a shortage of people. ]
Not long after, the sharp voice of the cat statue sounded again: "Number 203, number 203, come to the front quickly!"
Perry heard his number and quickly stood up, thinking: "This sound is really unbearable." He immediately stuffed the card in his hand into the mouth of the cat statue. However, his action was too fast and too fierce, causing the cat statue to choke and suddenly coughed. Then, its round eyes stared at Perry fiercely, as if blaming him for his rudeness.
Perry quickly raised his hands and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm just too anxious."
The cat statue snorted coldly and made no more sound. Seeing this, Perry did not dare to stay any longer and hurried forward. After pushing open the curtain, the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned.
There was no staff behind the curtain as he expected, only a large wooden table and a wooden chair that looked a little shabby. The most surprising thing was that there was an owl wearing round-framed glasses standing on the table. Its feathers were neat and shiny, and its demeanor was calm. At first glance, it looked like a rigorous scholar.
The owl raised its head and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Hello, sir, please sit here."
Perry widened his eyes. Although he had seen many strange things, this owl who could speak and wear glasses still made him feel novel. He walked to the wooden chair, sat down gently, and couldn't help but look at the owl a few more times.
The owl tilted its head slightly, as if it was used to such stares, and didn't care, and went straight to the point: "According to your food transaction record, you earned a total of 5430 gold coins this time. According to the regulations of the exchange, we will charge a 5% handling fee. After deduction, your final total gold coins are 5158.5 gold coins."
Perry nodded after hearing this number, and was a little excited: "Not bad, I earned more than I expected." He couldn't help asking: "When can the gold coins be distributed?"
The owl's glasses reflected slightly, and it answered calmly: "The gold coins will be directly deposited into your personal account, and you can check it through any magic terminal. Please give me your account."
Hearing the word account, Perry couldn't help frowning, he didn't have any account.
Perry looked at the owl and couldn't help asking: "Can you give me the gold coins directly? I'm in urgent need now."
The owl blinked, raised its wings and waved them gently, and five large bags and a small bag suddenly appeared in the air. The owl said calmly, "There are 5158 gold coins here. Since you chose to receive the goods in kind instead of depositing them into your account, we will not keep the 0.5 change for you."
Perry was stunned for a moment, looking at the scattered gold coins in the small bag, and couldn't help feeling a little helpless. "It's just a little short, it seems that I have to get an account as soon as possible." He thought to himself, and couldn't help muttering, "By the way, does Henry have an account?"
He stuffed the gold coin bags into his magic schoolbag one by one, secretly thanking himself for having such a convenient prop. This schoolbag can not only hold a large number of items, but is also completely unaffected by weight, otherwise these gold coins alone would probably make him unable to move.
After packing up everything, Perry walked out of the tent and went straight back to the tent where he had traded ingredients before. This time, there was a different person at the front desk, and the name tag on his chest showed that his name was "Roy". Perry looked down at the name tag and confirmed that the front desk clerk should have gone to rest.
Before leaving the curtain, he couldn't help but look back at the owl again, thinking: "I really hope that one day I can also raise a talking owl, it's so cool."
Roy saw Perry, smiled professionally, and asked: "Are you here to buy something?"
Perry nodded. Roy then took out a small seal and said to Perry: "Please extend the back of your hand."
Perry extended the back of his hand, and Roy gently covered it, and a delicate flower pattern instantly emerged. This flower looks like jasmine, emitting a faint fluorescence, which makes people want to take a few more glances.
"This is the admission ticket," Roy explained, "and it's also for safety reasons. If you want to leave the tent, you need the staff to help you unlock this mark, otherwise you can't go out."
Perry nodded after listening, but then remembered that the person who just made trouble and Hinnal didn't seem to have this mark on their hands. He frowned and couldn't help asking, "But I remember some people didn't seem to have this mark just now? For example, the troublemaker and Hinnal, what happened to them?"
Roy glanced at him, smiled knowingly, and said, "The mark is determined by level. Only customers below level 50 need it, and we will stamp them with the Jasmine Mark. People above level 50, whether in terms of status or strength, have enough protection, so we won't stamp it again."
Perry listened, suddenly realized, and nodded, "I see."
He also said by the way He asked, "What about the sellers? If they don't have the mark, aren't they afraid that someone will take the opportunity to steal their goods?"
Roy smiled and patiently explained, "Here, sellers need to undergo strict review. If their goods are worth more than 4,000 gold coins, they will automatically be exempted from the mark. You don't have to worry, there are special magic monitoring to ensure the safety of the transaction."
Perry thought, "Okay, I did exceed 4,000 gold coins. It seems that the rules of this place are quite strict."
He didn't ask any more questions, followed the crowd into the tent, and went straight to the long-haired crab stall he had taken a fancy to before. When the stall owner saw Perry, he immediately showed a warm smile and took the initiative to greet him, "Hey! See you again, young man!"