Contract Anomalists Gather, Third Prince Refuses to Admit Defeat

The stall owner leapt to his feet excitedly, feeling himself over from side to side before pulling off his gloves.

Sure enough, the skin that had already begun to rot had now returned to normal.

He stared at his hands in excitement. "Wonderful, my Disease is finally cured."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Thank you, sir... sir... uh, my lord."

The stall owner was overjoyed. He hurriedly put his gloves back on and gathered up everything on the stall. "Please accept these things as gifts, my lord."

He had taken the risk of selling these items in order to get enough money to hire an Anomaly Tamer.

If someone specifically hired an Anomaly Tamer to do something in the dark market, it meant that the matter in question could only be handled by an Anomaly Tamer.

Such matters generally involved anomalous incidents.

Every time Anomaly Tamers acted, they were essentially trading away their own lifespans. What they earned was truly blood money.

As a result, Anomaly Tamers usually charged astronomical prices.

Even the lowest fee was no less than ten million.

To scrape together the money, the stall owner had no choice but to risk selling these hazardous items.

Now that he had recovered, he was giving these things to this lord—partly to repay the favor, and partly to make connections with an Anomaly Tamer.

Wu nodded.

Bo immediately collected everything from the stall.

Then he told the stall owner where Wu's shop was, telling him to seek Wu out again if he needed anything.

"Thank you, my lord!"

The stall owner was ecstatic. Not only had his Disease been cured, but he had also gotten to know a powerful Anomaly Tamer. It seemed his days of rising to greatness were about to begin.

Bo watched the stall owner leave.