Marvel Begins with Karna’s Gift

"Today is another day full of hope!"

(Today is another day to recharge yuan!)

The next day, early morning!

Qiao hummed and came to the jar shop as usual. .biqugev

Because the suit was blown into strips during the battle, Qiao could only entrust the hotel staff to help buy a new suit that was more suitable for fighting.

Black leather windbreaker, multi-pocket overalls, heavy Martin boots. Suspecting that the battle might come at an unexpected time, Joe deliberately inserted a three-edged saber dagger into the trouser leg of his boot, just in case it was needed.

No matter it’s rainy or cold, or even the sun is scorching, there is always a bustling scene in front of the jar shop.

But compared to usual,

Today it will seem a little more deserted.

Perhaps because of the newly announced rules, there were far fewer customers squatting in front of the can shop, but there were still dozens of them, all waiting for Joe to open the door.

"Good morning, gentlemen!"

It was a new day, and he was in a good mood. While unlocking the door, Joe greeted the guests gathered in front of the door, and received a lot of mixed responses.

"Good morning, Sir!"

"You're on time as always."

"Is it still a random number today? Please, please be sure to draw it. I have been waiting here for three days in a row for a jar."

"Hey, it's nothing to wait for three days. If I can't bring a ruby ​​back, Qiao Na will definitely break up with me. I promised him that he will make a beautiful pendant with the ruby. If he can't do it, God, I will definitely lose her."

After listening to their words, Qiao shrugged helplessly.

To be honest, the jar shop has been open for more than a week, and the magical goods here have completely taken Manhattan Island by storm. Even residents of Hell’s Kitchen (Brooklyn), Queens and several other lower boroughs will patronize it. These magical toys are still there.

To be honest,

The jar shop's business is very good,

A few days ago, some people even deliberately visited Joe, trying to buy this popular can shop in the name of friendly exchanges, but in the end they were rejected by Joe.

Rao is so,

The items produced in the mysterious jar shop still caused a lot of commotion, and some customers who gathered together to open jars often considered themselves jar friends in private.

There are even rumors in the circle that a certain lady wore a pendant made of red crystal to attend the ball, and the dazzling light it exuded even overshadowed the rich and powerful wives and beautiful courtesans in the upper class.

There are also rumors that a certain soldier put on a chainmail suit found in a jar and used his body to block a sniper bullet for his superior on the battlefield in Afghanistan, saving the life of a senior military officer. Was promoted to captain.

These untrue rumors and the usefulness of magical items were widely circulated in the jar circle, covering this small shop with a veil of mystery and triggering an even more fanatical trend.

After opening the door, Joe took a look at the long queue that was almost lining the street, and started his business of opening cans for lottery draws.

Hill was fired yesterday.

He was the only one left in the jar shop again.

It's a bit busy, though.

Qiao sighed helplessly and read the number depending on his mood, "No. 31"

"I, I, it's me!"

The person whose serial number was called was a short little boy. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. He had curly brown hair and a few freckles on his face. His thin figure was obviously a bit stunted, at least compared to This is true for boys of the same age.

In this Manhattan island where strong men are everywhere, a body shape like that of a freckled boy is rare. It is a bit like the skinny body shape that Steven had when he was young and thin. Maybe there are more of them in Hell's Kitchen.

but,

It's not absolute,

After all, no matter how luxurious the city is,

There will still be a distinction between rich and poor.

After squeezing out of a queue that looked like a long queue, the short child stood in front of the counter with an excited look on his face. He licked the two slugs, lifted up his oil-stained sleeves, and took out the prepared handful of scattered items. Putting the money on the counter, he looked at Joe expectantly and said,

"What I want is a regular-grade jar!"

Joe didn't mind the dirty coins.

He picked up the coins and crumpled banknotes on the counter and put them in the money box under the counter. Then he took out the gavel and the old ceramic jar and handed them to him. He spread his hands and signaled that he could start.

The little boy picked up the gavel. His trembling hand did not hammer it down immediately, but tapped it three times between his eyebrows, shoulders, and chest, and prayed in a pious tone.

"Almighty Lord, bless me to be sure to prescribe the steel mixture."

The freckled boy muttered silently. After several times, he opened his eyes and smiled shyly at Qiao behind the counter. Qiao did not urge him, but asked casually.

"Why do you need steel mixture!"

He didn't seem to expect that Joe would ask. He seemed to be startled. His expression was a little sad, his lips wriggled twice, and he whispered,

"My mother's illness is getting worse and worse. She is bedridden and coughs frequently. I heard from my neighbor's uncle that this stuff can strengthen the body, so I hope to get a copy."

The freckled boy raised his head and looked at Qiao. His eyes, which were not too big but were very clean, clarified and proved that he was not lying. Qiao nodded subconsciously and blessed,

"Your Lord will protect you!"

"Thank you!"

Even if it is a worn-out, oil-stained piece of clothing.

This boy who lives at the bottom of Manhattan is still very polite.

The jar was smashed and no miracle occurred.

A dark blue liquid swayed in the small test tube, which was a small bottle of magic recovery potion. The little boy seemed a little disappointed. Obviously he knew that the content in the jar was not the steel mixture he needed. He reached out to restore the magic power of the small bottle. He picked up the potion and handed it to Qiao. He looked at Qiao with pleading eyes and said,

"Sir, I would like to exchange this with you for one, no, half a cent of the steel mixture, is that okay?"

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