Wang Yu took out the Big Water Tank that the Players had emptied.
He had the Big Crab refill it, then listed it on the Trading Channel again.
After he finished, the Book-Selling Old Man cheerfully came over to Wang Yu. "Thanks to your water, the Players are so motivated. In just a few days, the Golden Rattlesnakes outside will be nearly wiped out."
"You've made a tremendous contribution."
Wang Yu nodded without saying anything.
The old man said, "You're leaving tomorrow, so I won't try to keep you."
"I know I can't keep you anyway."
"I have something to give you."
"Hold out your right hand."
His right hand?
Wang Yu thought about it, then held out his right hand. Of course, he was prepared in case the old man tried anything.
Seeing how wary Wang Yu looked, the old man sighed. "Why are you young people so suspicious?"
"I might be dying."
"If you ever meet someone in this world who has this 'Flames of Civilization,' don't be wary of them. They won't hurt you."
As he spoke, the old man held out his right hand. A flame rested on his palm—the Flames of Civilization.
But it was a little larger than the Flames of Civilization on Wang Yu's right hand, and seemed almost alive, as if it had a mind of its own.
Seeing the flame in the old man's hand,
Wang Yu asked, "What is that?"
The old man said, "These are the Flames of Civilization I've accumulated over the years."
Wang Yu asked, "You're giving me your Flames of Civilization?"
"Uh..."
"No. I can't give you the Flames of Civilization. If they could be freely transferred, things between the Players would have descended into chaos long ago."
"I acquired a technique that can control the