Cheng Yu put down the script in his hands and looked at the shabby little shop, then said with a faint smile,
"Doggy, come on. Let's go have some fun."
Grete chuckled wickedly.
"Looks like you're a rotten bastard too... heh heh..."
Under Cheng Yu's glare, which looked ready to devour a dog, Grete cleared his throat and continued his wicked chuckle.
"Hehehehe."
An unusual customer-no, an unusual group of customers-arrived outside Old Jack's little hardware shop.
As though sensing something, the portly old man lifted his eyelids, then narrowed his eyes. He saw a man dressed in black casual clothes, and the reason he squinted was that the man had no mechanical constructs anywhere on his body.
And the child in the burlap sack the man carried didn't even have a neural interface device, let alone any mechanical constructs.
Usually, the only people with no mechanical constructs on their bodies were members of high society with exceptional status, or executives of corporations whose wealth rivaled that of nations.
Leaving the child aside for now, the man before him didn't look like either sort, judging by his bearing. For a moment, the portly old man couldn't figure out just who this person was.
Just then, Grete received a message from Cheng Yu, and an odd expression crossed his face. After a moment's thought, he spoke.
"Imperial jade nectar?"
The portly old man's expression turned strange.
"What are you talking about?"
Grete continued.
"Odd changes, even stays?"
The portly old man looked at Grete with a hint of pity. So he was an idiot. But how could an idiot have no signs of modification whatsoever?
Naturally, Grete could read the portly old man's thoughts perfectly clearly. He was a little annoyed, but remembering the fun he and Cheng Yu were having,