He wondered who had such great luck to acquire two artifacts. Given the turmoil Héctor had stirred up, it was unlikely to happen in the short term. Héctor must be really pleased, thinking he played a role in this.
Carlos wasn't willing to let it go. He felt he should do something for the shopkeeper.
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After receiving the money for the artifacts, Amalia went to the old street, purchasing a large amount of talismans and refining materials.
Over the next few days, heaps of ash formed from the burned talismans. She had spent most of the one million five hundred thousand, but the good news was that her injuries had improved by ninety percent.
Her strength was now at the peak of the first level, just needing more spiritual energy to break through to the second level.
Thinking of this, Amalia stern expression revealed a hint of frustration. The spiritual energy near her apartment had been entirely absorbed by her, and even using talismans couldn't condense more spiritual energy.
To recover and make a breakthrough, she had to find another place with denser spiritual energy. However, given the current circumstances, it was hard to find a place like that.
At that time, she had no idea that she had caused quite a stir on Red Espiritual Net.
Héctor was irritated. The principal target he wanted to confront had disappeared after calling him out once.
Instead, Carlos got involved, supporting the shopkeeper and even posting about his purchased artifacts. It seemed like his influence wouldn't wane.
Indeed, he already knew that Carlos was the one who lent the shopkeeper his face. He wasn't afraid of Carlos persistence; rather, the absence of the main player made him feel like his punches were landing on air.
It was an unpleasant feeling, akin to singing a solo on stage while the audience remains indifferent.
"F*ck you! I'll put it here today: if the number one Artificer shop sells another artifact, I'll eat my communicator."
Shortly after Héctor finished his declaration, Carlos swiftly left a comment below, "Shopkeeper doesn't need you to eat your communicator. Just swear that you won't target the shopkeeper again."
"Everyone, come take a look at the number one lapdog in the world. No wonder they call her the number one Artificer. I've never seen someone so obsequious in my life. How many benefits did you receive from Ashe to be so eager to whitewash for her?" Héctor sarcastically replied.
"Ashe" was Amalia online pseudonym, which was also her code name from her past life.
"It's not whitewashing; the shopkeeper was already clean to begin with, no need to wash." Carlos earnestly responded.
Seeing this comment, the corners of Héctor mouth twitched. Who the hell asked for your real analysis of this matter?
Just then, a comment caught their attention.
"The number one Artificer shop has sold another low-grade artifact. Does this mean the artifacts the shopkeeper listed are genuine?"
Ignoring Carlos, Héctor immediately rushed to Amalia shop and found that two artifacts had become one.
His expression changed abruptly.
He felt as though the sound of slaps echoed on his face, along with the oath he had made in public.
Trembling, Héctor opened the post, intending to delete it. However, he found many new and old users had already commented below, preventing her from doing so.
On Red Espiritual Net, there was a rule that once the number of comments exceeded ten, deleting the post was not allowed.