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The person who hit the pedestrian was completely wrapped in a large black cloak and walked hurriedly.
Faced with Phyllis's questioning, he simply lowered his head repeatedly and apologized quickly in a voice that was neither male nor female. Before Phyllis could even regain her footing, he vanished like a gust of wind.
"Who are you? How rude!"
Phyllis put her hands on her hips and made a face in the direction the black man had disappeared.
Although it was only a fleeting moment of contact, Qiong's keen senses still caught the other person's slender frame and a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
She is a young girl.
The black man ran away quickly until he reached the corner at the end of the street. He looked back and, seeing that Phyllis wasn't chasing him, slowly stopped.
"Tsk, looks like a rich, fat out-of-town lamb, how come he only has so little fat on him?"
Pulling down her hood to reveal white hair, the girl, who looked about seventeen years old, had a scar on her pretty face. She weighed the two small coins in her hand and pursed her lips.
"Never mind, never mind."
Chris stretched to console himself and put the pound coins in his pocket.
"It's better than nothing."
"Besides, we've already had a stroke of luck today... It's still easier to make money off outsiders."
Chris patted the other pocket with a smug look; it contained her bulk of goods for the day.
A gold hairpin that I found on a richer man.
"This thing is worth two weeks' worth of work... Where's my gold hairpin? Where did it go?"
Chris reached into his shorts to store his loot, only to find it empty, which surprised him.
That's all!
Her gold jewelry is gone!
Not only that.
She had felt something strange down there from the very beginning, but Chris didn't pay attention because they were 'working'.
But when he reached into the hidden pocket inside his shorts, his fingers touched warm skin directly.
Where are your underwear?
Where are my underwear?!
There's an expert here!
Chris stared wide-eyed, not with embarrassment, but with an expression of utter disbelief and astonishment.
"By the God of Thieves, I've been robbed by a flower thief?"
It's one thing for her gold jewelry to be stolen, she could accept that she was outmatched, but what's with the underwear being stolen?
She didn't even notice.
who is it?
When did they take action?
How did you steal it?
"It can't be that Ancestor Zagres himself is here, can it?"
Despite being a Titan, he lacked any of the awe-inspiring majesty of a supreme god; stealing someone's underwear was something the ancestor was certainly capable of doing.
Zagres's reputation is similar to that of Aha in the Galactic Heroes.
All the outrageous, despicable, and unbelievable accidents can ultimately be reduced to one sentence: "Zagles stole my XX!"
Even tripping and falling while walking can be blamed on Him.
Even if drinking cold water causes a toothache, people would blame Zagreb for stealing their good fortune.
Just as Chris was questioning the meaning of life, on the other side of the street...
Phyllis's feigned anger had long since vanished, replaced by a delighted smile on her upturned cat-like lips.
"Hehe, let's see what good stuff is in the prize pool this time?"
Finding a secluded corner, Phyllis leaned against a large tree, leisurely lifting a corner of her cloak to look at the cloth bag in her arms that had somehow become bulging.
Zagres and Aha are above; she is a masked fool who transcends base desires, the director of destiny.
He's not some third-rate petty thief.
Absolutely no one stole anything, not even a needle or thread from anyone here.
"Not bad."
As Phyllis rummaged through the dazzling array of goods in the cloth bag, her heterochromatic eyes narrowed, and her soft cat ears twitched.
"How come this kind of thing always gets mixed into the prize pool?"
She picked up a pair of pure white panties with black lace trim and a small bow in the center from a pile of scavenged items; they still retained a warm glow.
These things were all picked up!
Dolos, the city of thieves.
Located south of Janusapolis and north of the Temple of the Divine Tree, the city-state has its own set of laws, making it a haven for thieves, gamblers, and swindlers.
Since Phyllis chose this place as her foothold, she naturally wouldn't have been unprepared.
She transferred the [Baskerville Hound] from the male body to herself, since Sora doesn't need it for the time being.
Everything here was automatically picked up by the badges; it has nothing to do with her.
Phyllis twirled her white panties like a handkerchief in a two-person comedy routine.
"The standards seem a bit too flexible."
Phyllis brought over the Baskerville Hound to test the automatic item pickup detection.
After walking around for a while, she summarized a few rules.
Valuable items have a certain probability of triggering automatic pickup.
The key issue is the definition of 'valuable items'.
Do panties count?
As calculated.
What kind of algorithm is it?
She has fair skin, a beautiful face, a firm bust and shapely hips, and is a stunning young woman in lingerie, embodying the ideal of a woman of all shapes and sizes.
Being ugly doesn't count.
You're saying even a badge can be used for appearance discrimination?
Moreover, the requirements for appearance are not low. In a game, it would have to be at least a specially modeled NPC level to be considered a valuable item.
As for gold, silver, jewelry, and fine jade, their value is determined based on the holder's status and wealth.
Gold and silver jewelry are valued based on the owner's status and wealth. A penniless person might not even look down on a copper coin, while a wealthy and powerful person might consider the same copper coin valuable.
The evaluation criteria are different...
Phyllis didn't quite understand.
The automatic pickup range also includes some special items; in the Golden Garden, Qiong even 'picked up' an invention by Velvet.
While with Möbius, they also found snake experimental drugs, the kind that would kill most people if they drank them.
In other words, hazardous materials are also within the scope of automated pickup.
But there was no danger before Qiong discovered it.
For example, if Qiong finds the bouncy bomb lit by the Saintess, the bomb will not explode as long as he doesn't realize he has it in his hand.
"You must have worked hard collecting all this stuff."
Phyllis chuckled and used her tail to curl up the package, tucking it back into the cat cloak. She patted her belly contentedly with her little hands.
"Let's find a place to treat ourselves."
Between the old town and the affluent area, Phyllis randomly chose a quiet restaurant and ordered some local specialties.
When they were full and ready to pay the bill, Phyllis instantly understood why the restaurant was so deserted when she saw the bill handed to her by the owner.
"Huh? I only ordered three dishes, and you're charging me 15682 Liheng coins?"
Phyllis slammed her hand on the wooden table, making the dishes bounce, too lazy to even pretend to be a cat.
"Young lady, you can't just say things like that."
The boss waved the menu in his hand with a forced smile, and two burly men silently blocked Phyllis's path from behind.
"Our prices are clearly marked."
"Even if you take this to the Senate, we're still in the right!"
"You're not planning to dine and dash, are you?"
"Plain text marking?"
Phyllis peered sideways at the camera.
"The fried meatballs are clearly 24 liheng coins."
Look back.
The shopkeeper pointed to the very end of the menu line, where a tiny, almost imperceptible marker, nearly the same color as the menu background, indicated the unit: per gram.
"It's 24 per gram."
The other two dishes are sold using the same method, both by weight.
"Three dishes, totaling 15682 Liheng coins. Since you're a new customer, I'll round it down to 15600."
The boss waved his hand in a show of kindness.
"Fine, I guess I'm just unlucky. I accept my fate."
After Phyllis entered the hotel from the package, she took out a piece of gold of roughly the same value from the goods that automatically entered the hotel.
"for you."
The girl, looking frustrated, placed the gold on the table, picked up the package, and left without looking back.
After the white figure disappeared outside the door, a burly man stroked his chin and sighed.
"That girl looked unremarkable, but she's a real catch! Boss, should we go for less?"
"Outsiders are outsiders, so why not rip them off?"
Another employee chuckled and quickly replaced the menu with a properly priced one, greeting the local regulars who had just entered.
"Boss, we've been making enough to last three years since we opened, why are you making that face?"
The burly man looked at the shopkeeper who had picked up the gold but suddenly frowned.
"This piece of gold looks familiar."
The shopkeeper ran his fingers along the recessed part of the gold, then put it in his mouth; it fit perfectly against the marks of his teeth.
"Damn it! That bastard stole my gold!"
Enraged, the boss shouted and ran out to chase after her, but the white-clad girl had already vanished without a trace.
"A newborn!"
"Dolores is really just like Gotham City, with its simple and honest people."
Using the Anywhere Door, Phyllis tossed her overflowing bag of miscellaneous loot back into her 'own' room in the Golden Courtyard, and, now lightly equipped, continued her journey.
"We need to tell Little Dela that we have to strike hard when the time comes."
After Caesar took control of the Divine Tree Court, the empire's territory occupied a full quarter of the current continent of Onpharos.
The pace of conquest slowed.
It wasn't that they lacked ability; with the aerial bombardment from the Tirispius and the demigod-level superhuman combat power of Heather, ordinary city-states simply couldn't withstand Caesar's iron cavalry.
Conquest is easy, governance is difficult.