Epic Of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

Chapter 1797: Buying Illegal Products



Larry had been in debt for a long time, years after years, he said he had at least paid the original debt money twice! Yet he kept having interests, neverendingly. It was pretty obvious the bastards were scamming him really badly. But what can you expect when you deal with criminals? This is how they work; they'll never be honest about anything.

"Y-You can deal with them? B-But wait! They're very dangerous, and... I... well," muttered Larry. "Why would you go so far for me?"

"Well, you were nice and welcoming," I said. "I also hate bastards that take advantage of good and honest people. I like beating them to death, think of it as my hobby."

"H-Hobby?!" Larry gasped. "W-Well, it looks like I can't really... I can't really stop you." "Nope, you can old man," Miranda smiled.

"Know anything else about them you could share, uncle?" wondered Benladra.

"Well, yes..."

Larry ended telling us more about this criminal organization, where they lived, how many they had, and a few other things from other clients and perspectives that Miranda probably didn't know about.

"You'll remain in debt forever if we don't take care of them," said Benladann. "So it's the only option we can do. We got yourself into this mess by killing them at the end. And they seemed strangely obsessed with what I purchased from you."

"Maybe they always wanted the Starlight Stone now that I think about it..." Larry sighed. "Getting me on debt until I couldn't pay them anymore until I gave up that stone was probably their plan all along! Bastards..."

"Huh, so I guessed right then..." I nodded. "I had imagined such a thing. This stone is powerful on its own right. They probably know how to refine it and sell it for even more money or something. Or maybe they want it to power up some ancient machine."

"Hmm..." nodded Larry. "Before you go do such a thing though, I would recommend you to go buy some weapons, or perhaps gadgets in the nearby shops... A-Ah! And if you're hungry, there's several shops as well!"

"We were planning on doing that, don't worry," I nodded. "I'll leave you some guardians here, if those guys try to get here again, they'll at least help you stop them."

"T-Thanks..." Larry said. "Please take care!"

"We'll be fine, don't worry."

We walked out of Larry's store, it felt like we spent way too much time there, but a lot happened, and it was just the first ever shop we visited out of the five we needed to visit.

We quickly moved to the second shop nearby, which was selling clothes. These clothes they sold, aside from their great durability on pair with divine equipment, had not really any special effect on them.

However, the cowboy styled clothes really slapped and was awesome, so we ended trying out lots of outfits and bought for everyone. Even little Drakda became a tiny cowboy, he was too adorable!

"Thank you for buying so much! It has been a long while since someone purchased so many clothes... You all look so stylish now!"

The lady that attended this shop called "Cattrine's Clothing Shop" wasn't Cattrine, but her granddaughter. She was a green-skinned alien girl with short blonde hair, and looked like a tomboy, her cute antennae twitched whenever she smiled or talked.

"Thank you," I nodded, as I finished paying her. "I was wondering though; do you happen to have any problems with thugs lately? Nothing?"

"Eh? Uh... No? Not that I remember, sir..." she said. "Why? A-Are you a bounty hunter? With such a huge family?!"

"Ah, no, not at all," I said. "Anyways, thank you."

We walked away, I guess that girl and her family weren't "story characters" with anything relevant.

"Why did you ask her that out of nowhere?" asked Miranda.

"He was probably trying to catch two birds with one stone," said Benladann. "Well, it wasn't possible for that moment."

"Indeed... Now, the third shop, this is...?"

We looked at the third shop, it seemed to be furniture shop, furniture made of metal scraps, wood, and stone decorated the fancy-looking interior.

A mantis-like alien was the shop owner, who glared at us with his big insect eyes without blinking or even moving.

It was a bit scary.

The furniture was nice, but after asking the man about any thugs, he didn't say anything.

"If you're not buying get lost."

"Damn, ok man, no need to get like that."

We walked away from the rude insect and walked into the fourth shop right next to it, this was

a shop that sold gadgets.

What type of gadgets? Anything that wasn't a weapon but that could be useful for a day to day basics, it was a small shop though.

But they had quite an assortment of items.

Cube-shaped silver metal items that were small spatial inventories.

Syringes packed full of strange drugs that hastened the multiplication of cells, increasing regeneration.

There were some other syringes that dealt with paralysis, venoms, and poisons.

Aside from those, there was strange armor sets that were small cubes that once placed into

the body would expand into full-body suits.

These suits granted enhanced physical abilities, interestingly enough.

There were also searching, tracking, and many other gadgets that helped bounty hunters and anybody get things done.

At the end though, I mostly purchased the strange injections and syringes, as I found those quite amusing. But even then, I also got some other items, the weird armor, the storage cubes, grenade-like items, and some other things, such as levitation boots, aiming

sunglasses, and more.

"Thank you for purchasing man!"

A huge, burly guy made of stones laughed as he received the money.

"You look like you're a lot into these jabs... Hey, wanna buy the good stuff too?"

"Huh? The good stuff?"

"You don't know?"

He squinted his eyes at me.

"Nah! Of course... Of course I know man, show me the good stuff."

"Nice, come over here."

The golem-like alien then suddenly led me to a small corridor inside of his shop, right behind

a red colored door.

Then, we reached a small black room that seemed slightly refrigerated.

"Here."

He opened a freezer, revealing to me even more of these injection syringes, of many new

colors.

"I got you the good stuff man. It ain't cheap though, can you pay?"