341,

It's actually a weed?!

Cyclone had no words.

With a wave of Eileen's hand, the difficulty level was raised to the hardest.

Weed!! What kind of reason could make a weed valuable?

Cyclone cursed in his heart, regretting his decision that led to the current plight.

No one would even buy it for a gold coin, not even a copper coin.

Because you could just reach out to the side and get the grass, why would you need money?

Cyclone took a deep breath.

Faced with the manipulation of fate and Eileen's decree, Cyclone had no choice but to bet everything.

"Here it comes!"

Another carriage arrived with a young boy sitting in front of it.

And inside the carriage, there seemed to be another person.

The difficulty instantly reached its peak; their words could enlighten each other and make up for each other's shortcomings.

In other words, if they were to deceive, they both had to be deceived, otherwise, the other would make a reminder, and it would all end up in vain.

Cyclone glanced at Eileen again, like a soldier looking at his loved one one last time before stepping onto the battlefield.

Eileen's eyes were a little confused, seeing this, Cyclone slapped his face.

It's time for the final showdown!!!

After shouting in his heart, Cyclone collected some weeds nearby.

When the carriage arrived, Cyclone shouted loudly.

"Grass~ very nutritious grass~"

The carriage didn't stop. It wasn't a fast-moving car, and it didn't carry a lot of goods.

"Hey, customers~ would you like to buy some grass?"

The boy in front shook his head, and the person inside the carriage ignored Cyclone's shout.

No, if this kept up, the enemy wouldn't even spare a glance.

Cyclone came up with a clever plan in a dangerous situation; he had to break through with a strong attack this time.

"Oh my God!! Are you two from the countryside?"

Ignoring everything else, Cyclone first used a personal attack to break through the two's indifference.

But the carriage continued moving forward; it seemed that this attack did not have any effect.

"Oh dear~ how come you haven't heard of nutritious grass?"

The carriage continued to move forward.

"No way, there are too many here. Honey, let's keep the rest for another day, even though the effect may not be as great."

Cyclone shouted behind the carriage.

"Nutritious grass~ nutritious grass~"

Suddenly, the speed of the carriage slowed down.

Seeing this, Cyclone hurried back to Eileen, pretending to give up on calling for a purchase.

"Excuse me... what is nutritious grass?"

The person in the carriage stuck their head out, another young boy. Judging by the shine on his clothes, he was a wealthy person.

This situation was awkward.

Wealthy people are easy to deceive, especially the second generation of the rich.

Because they are ignorant of the dangers in the world and because of their wealth, they think losing a little money is like watching a show, what's wrong with that?

When in Allen City, Cyclone had already concluded that these people were true suckers.

But the problem was, the ones who had to be deceived were not the wealthy themselves, but their followers.

To prevent their young masters from ruining their family's reputation, the smart ones, especially the corrupt officials that Cyclone knew, would arrange one or two clever followers to accompany them.

"Sir, it's obvious that this is a scam. We should continue on our way," said the servant.

Sure enough, a formidable opponent appeared.

It seemed that this would turn into a battle between skilled individuals, and Cyclone glanced at Eileen.

Eileen had a disappointed look on her face, which was the last thing Cyclone wanted to see.

Without knowing that he had made a mistake, Cyclone decided to accept the challenge.

"Husband..."

Eileen spoke up, not wanting Cyclone to get into any trouble over something like this, even if she wasn't happy.

Although her encouragement didn't reach him, Eileen didn't want Cyclone to be embarrassed because of it.

But Cyclone couldn't hear her. He focused his attention at an incredible speed, now in a state of complete concentration.

The opponent's clothing, movements, lip movements, and gaze, everything was within Cyclone's sight.

He couldn't miss a single detail, and as long as he caught an opportunity, he would surely be able to deceive his opponent.

Cyclone advanced towards the stopped carriage.

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