"There's such a saying?"
Zheng Qing quietly asked the witch beside him.
He had never known that using secondhand goods could infect someone with the previous owner's bad luck. Thinking of the secondhand spellbook he had used, he could not help wondering whether that was why he had been so unlucky before.
"Old-school wizards are particular about mysticism, and their reasoning has never had much reason to it," the witch whispered back in an equally soft voice. "Nowadays, most people only choose what to believe—they believe in things that might bring good luck and ignore things that might bring bad luck."
"Some people are the opposite. They're especially wary of anything that might bring bad luck," Fatty Xin added gruffly, interrupting the whispered exchange between the two young wizards.
Zheng Qing shot him an annoyed look.
Noticing the young wizard's gaze, the Fat Wizard curled his lip and looked away. "Not my problem... This place is so quiet. You two weren't speaking as softly as you thought."
The young scholarship student instinctively looked around, wanting to find a lump of soft enough mud to stuff into the fat man's mouth and shut him up.
Across from them, the captain of the Ouroboros Hunting Team had no intention of letting these uninvited guests keep chatting.
"So, why are you here?"
Andrew folded his arms and patiently repeated his earlier question. His fingers rested on his upper arm, tapping rhythmically. The colorful gemstones rose and fell with his knuckles, casting an unsettling glow.
Zheng Qing glanced at those beautiful stones and silently estimated their price.
Then he swallowed his envy.
He was not worried that the seemingly crude but actually shrewd fat man opposite would do anything irrational. If they were lucky, perhaps they could trade a Silent Contract for a considerable