The Shrunken Pyramid and Nile Doctor's Request

"Hmph. Even if you gave it to me, I wouldn't want it."

French Plane Tree turned his face away.

"Mr. Deliveryman's charm truly cannot be blocked."

Fool, who had been watching from the side, praised him.

"You flatter me. I merely exchanged sincerity for sincerity."

Liu Zheng said modestly.

"That alone is rare. Sincerity is a true luxury in Metropolis; even 'people' like us find it difficult to possess."

Fool sighed.

"Maybe everyone I've met since entering the city has been good 'people.'"

He smiled.

At first, he had thought Cow-Horse and French Plane Tree were the dregs of humanity. But after seeing all the monsters and freaks in Metropolis, he realized they were actually mirrors of humanity.

"Luck is also an important ability. Is there anything you need help with, Mr. Deliveryman? If you need supernatural items, I still have some here."

Fool asked proactively.

"There is, actually."

Liu Zheng did not stand on ceremony and directly told him about competing with Peacock for auction items.

"It's fine if I can't win the items I want for myself, but I hope you can lend me a hand with this."

"No problem. But in that case, I need to go back and prepare first. I'll be right back."

Fool said.

The things he carried were enough for emergencies, but not enough to compete against a big shot like Peacock.

"You live in the same neighborhood as Peacock. Won't that put you in danger?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"It's fine. I'm currently the newcomer in the Writers Association with the greatest chance of becoming a Narrator. Peacock wouldn't dare attack me directly."

Fool said confidently.

As one of Metropolis's foundations, the Writers Association was different from those landmarks.

What mattered about those landmarks was the landmark itself. Managers or spokespersons