"Fifteen Abyss Invitation Letters. Count them."
Lu Li brushed his hand over the Space Ring, took out a stack of blue-black tickets, and handed them over.
Ilya stared blankly at the Abyss Invitation Letters before her, then said with a regretful look:
"If I'd known you were this rich, I wouldn't have given you a discount..."
Lu Li pretended not to hear. While Ilya counted the Abyss Invitation Letters, he released a wisp of black mist and carefully examined the Jet Manatees hovering in midair.
After a while, a hint of realization appeared on his face.
Though Ilya looked extremely reluctant, she ultimately held to her basic moral principles and did not raise the price on the spot.
After tying the nine Jet Manatees of varying sizes to the chains of the bronze coffin, Ilya handed the Beast Pet Ball to Lu Li and added a worried reminder:
"Of these nine Jet Manatees, three have paler skin and smaller bodies. They're still baby manatees."
"When you make them work, remember to be gentler. It'll not only be good for them, but good for you too."
Hearing this, Austin curled his lip disdainfully.
"Did we buy a towing power source, or did we buy an ancestor?"
"Be gentler when making them work?"
"Do we also need to strictly regulate their working hours and stop on time to give them a massage?"
Although Ilya knew Austin was mocking her, she did not understand that last trendy term.
Even with the Data Panel's real-time translation function, it could not cover everything.
"Uh... what does 'massage' mean?"
"You country bumpkin, massage is a popular Earth term. It means massage!" The disdain on Austin's face deepened.
As if doing so could make up for the small loss Lu Li had just suffered.
Lu Li sighed