At this time, Julius finally walked in, but his sleeves and trousers were in tatters. His clean and intact clothes had become ragged.
He carefully held the silver spinning top, and the iron thorns on it had been wrapped back around the top. "This thing almost scratched my face!" He shouted to Lulunaka. "Why did you throw such a dangerous thing over?"
"You're fine, aren't you?
Then it's safe for you. "
Lulunaka said, "If there's blood, then it's dangerous for you. I don't think you're weak enough to be hurt by a toy, right?"
Julius's face was full of disbelief. "Toy?
You're saying that this thing that can scratch a large piece of flesh from an ordinary person is just a toy? "
"It's just a spinning top. What else can it be?"
"It's a murder weapon."
Pasta interrupted. "I suggest you don't try to convince her. To her, it's just a toy — but not everyone can play with it."
Julius agreed with Pasta's words. He was almost dragged into the argument with Lulunaka.
He put the spinning top back on the exhibition table. At this time, Lulunaka said to him, "Be careful, put it down gently.
This thing doesn't need to be turned with a rope. As long as the bottom is under enough pressure, the mechanism will be triggered and turn on its own.
Simply put, if you press it down a little, it will continue to bloom. "
Lulunaka's words scared Julius so much that he quickly pulled his hand away from the spinning top. Then, he reached out and turned the spinning top upside down so that the bottom was facing up.
"Who are you going to sell this to?" Pasta asked.
"I'll sell it to whoever wants it, as long as the price is right."
Lulunaka said, "Although it's a small toy, it's still quite expensive if you calculate the cost."
At this time, someone came in from outside the door.
The dwarf Balik looked around and nodded while stroking his beard. "This is a nice place."
Lulunaka walked up to Balik with a smile. "Welcome, Mr. Balik. You're the first customer of our restaurant."
"I'm very happy to be your first customer, Madam," Balik said. "But Madam, are you not serious about opening the store?
Not many people would come to such a remote place. Madam, if it's your shop, it doesn't even have a roll call? "
"As for the signboard, I've already prepared it. It's just that I haven't hung it up yet," Lulunaka said, and then took out something from behind her.
It was an exquisite lantern with a chain on top and a wooden plate below. "Luna's Alchemy Cauldron … What do you think of the name?"
"Madam, if you wish, that would be a good name," Balik said with a smile.
"I think so too," Lulunaka handed the lantern to Julius. "Go outside and hang it up.
By the way, although it's a lantern, don't light it at night. It will attract strange things. "
"Strange things? That's not a customer, right?" Julius said.
"Of course not. What kind of customer would come to my place in the middle of the night?"
Speaking of this, Lulunaka stretched out her finger and tapped her lips. "No, you can't say that. Customers with unspeakable difficulties may really secretly visit in the middle of the night. Besides, the customer doesn't necessarily have to be a living person, right?"
Julius went out and hung the sign with the lantern outside.
"I don't think that's a good thing."
Pasta said, "Customers who come out in the middle of the night to visit the store are either drug addicts or customers who have contracted that kind of disease."
"No matter how unbearable they are, they are still customers. Of course, those who can't afford to pay are naturally not customers. That's another matter."
Lulunaka smiled and then said to Balik, "Mr. Balik, you're the first customer of this store, and you've helped me a lot before. Thank you so much."
"It's just mutual benefit, madam."
Balik laughed heartily. "Moreover, trading with you is very reassuring, and I've gained a lot."
"Beautiful gold coins and pure crystals?" Lulunaka asked.
"Those are small profits. The real reward is that I met a madam like you and gained your friendship," Balik said with a smile.
"Mr. Balik, you're really a happy dwarf."
Lulunaka looked very happy, and her eyes were curved into the shape of a crescent moon. "Mr. Balik, as a commemoration and thank you for opening the store today, you can choose anything in this store and take it away."
For a big businessman like Balik, other people's gifts could not move him. There were too many people who wanted to please him, but they were just ordinary people. Gold, silver, and treasures could not really make him feel excited.
But if it was Lulunaka, it would be different.
A gift from an old monster who had lived for who knew how long, was it a blessing or a curse, a fortune or a disaster?
Balik's heart beat slightly faster. He was glad from the bottom of his heart that he had left a good impression on Lulunaka — from Lulunaka's attitude, at least that was what he thought.
Balik looked around at the exhibition tables and the things on the shelves, "Madam, you're too generous."
"It depends on what you choose," Lulunaka said with a smile, "Maybe you won't thank me in the future, but hate me."
Balik's eyebrows trembled. This was really a difficult choice.
In this case, he was not stupid enough to refuse Lulunaka. It seemed that he had not chosen anything, but not choosing this "choice" was already the worst choice.
Now he had to choose something from Lulunaka's goods that he felt at ease with and that Lulunaka would be satisfied with.
He looked at the things on the exhibition table beside him and saw the silver top. He reached out his finger and stroked the surface of the silver thorns with his fingertips, "What a beautiful handicraft."
"Do you like this?" Lulunaka asked.
Balik nodded, "Who wouldn't like such a beautiful thing?" Then he immediately shook his head, "But flowers with thorns are too dangerous."
When Julius came in, he happened to see Balik stroking the top that made him suffer. "Be careful, that thing can be triggered easily. If you're not careful, your face will be scratched off," he reminded Balik.
"I know," Balik said, "I saw such an exquisite mechanism at first glance."
He didn't seem to listen to Julius's reminder. He held the spinning top in his hand, which made Julius take a few steps back and hide to the side.
"It's perfect. This should be your collection, madam."
Lulunaka sat on the counter and swung her legs, looking like a naughty child, "This is just a small toy I made when I was bored. Uncle and I just argued about whether it was a toy."
Balik and Pasta looked at each other and saw the helpless smile in each other's eyes.
To Balik, Lulunaka was an old woman with a strange temperament, but to Pasta, she was probably a troublesome elder — and this elder was like a child.
Worse, this "child" was not only a freak, but also a monster.
"Can I use this?"
Balik asked Lulunaka. Lulunaka nodded and pointed outside, "Don't use it here. I will ask you for compensation."
Balik walked to the door and threw the top into the open space outside.
No one told him how to use the top, but he had already thrown it out, as if he knew the thing in his hand very well.
After the top landed, it spun. The thorns on the top spun and spread out, leaving a chaotic sound in the air.
Before the top stopped, Balik kept staring at it.
The top that spun automatically took a while to tilt and fall to the ground.
Balik picked it up and put it back on the exhibition table.
"This is a good thing," he said.
"Have you changed your mind?" Lulunaka smiled.
Balik shook his head, "I have a lot of things and methods to kill people, but this kind of tool to torture people, forget it."