After Rafael and the other two people visited, Amalia's business improved. That day, when he helped repair the artifacts for the two, there were others watching, and they found that her abilities was indeed remarkable.
Consequently, a few of them became interested, so they rejecting the thin stall owner's offers and instead seeking out Amalia help, which made the thin stall owner very angry, but he can't do anything.
Bluntly speaking, for some people, artifacts are their lifeblood, and no one wants their lifeblood to be in jeopardy. So, whoever has higher skills, that's who the customers will seek.
Even though this method doesn't earn Amalia money as quickly as selling artifacts herself, after these days of repairs, she found crafting artifacts in the future to be more effortless than before.
As she bid farewell to the last customer, Amalia noticed that the sky had darkened, and preparing to close her stall.
"You're really hiding your talents, little sister," the chubby stall owner sighed as Amalia walked past carrying her things.
Amalia paused, "Just making a living."
"Your talent at making a living surpasses many of us," the chubby stall owner stroked his chin, shaking his head. Initially, they had overlooked a gem, and mistaking it as a stone for what was clearly a gold.
Amalia's repair quality alone had made them forget their competition, "Little sister, are you also from the Market?"
The chubby stall owner couldn't help but inquire, considering someone with such talent shouldn't be buried.
Amalia simply responded with an "Hmm" and continued walking.
The chubby stall owner didn't stop her, realizing that Amalia was reluctant to reveal too much about herself.
After Amalia disappeared from sight, turning to the thin stall owner, who has gloomy expression. The chubby stall owner advised him by saying: "You better not antagonize her. Judging by the trend these past few days, there will only be more people seeking her for artifact repairs in the future."
The thin stall owner hung his head, silent.
...
Amalia inserted her hand into her pocket and was pricked by something. Retrieving it, she discovered it was the packet of White Rabbit milk candies that Rafael had given to her.
Despite Rafael's casual remark, Amalia knew these milk candies were not easy to come by.
Amalia put the candy back in her pocket, deciding to take a shortcut back to her apartment that night, a decision she would soon regret.
Night fell quickly, and the dusk lights along the roadside flickered faintly. At the end of the narrow path, set against the backdrop of distant neon lights, the darkness loomed eerily.
Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the silent night, as if someone had a megaphone right beside your ear.