At Kubota's reminder, Dong Anning suddenly came to his senses. After murmuring an apology—"Just a moment"—he closed his eyes and stretched both hands into the void.
This posture was exactly the same as when he had taken out the Trade License before. Clearly, his hands had already reached into some separate Wonderland space.
"This won't do. Dark chocolate is too bitter."
"This won't do either. Sesame chocolate is too gritty..."
"Syrup wheat chocolate won't work either. It's too sweet..."
Dong Anning's hands kept rummaging through the void as he muttered under his breath.
Although Kubota could not see what Dong Anning's hands were fiddling with, he could guess from his murmurs that Dong Anning was selecting chocolates he had brought out of the Instance.
Still, Kubota was rather surprised. From Dong Anning's muttering, it sounded as though he had brought out an enormous variety of chocolates?
Kubota could not see the chocolate concealed within the "Wonderland space," but after activating his Authority Vision, Angel saw everything with perfect clarity.
Worthy of a trader intending to establish a Trade Route—Dong Anning's storage space contained not only many kinds of chocolate, but an enormous quantity as well.
It was directly comparable to a whole house.
Mm... no, not comparable. It was a house.
Within the dim Wonderland space of the UFO, an entirely black house floated in the air.
The house looked somewhat dilapidated. Through holes in its ruined walls, one could see that its interior was packed with "steel wires" and "black cement."
Yet when Dong Anning touched the "steel wires" and "cement," he muttered, "Nut racks, molten-filled raw chocolate... It has an oil-resistant layer too. This won't do either."
Next, Dong Anning's hand swept across rows of hard, ridged protrusions inside the house. "Crispy-shell chocolate blocks. Too hard—children can't bite