Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 65 Detained

"Wow, this ramen looks so delicious!!" March 7th swallowed hard as she looked at the steaming ramen in front of her.

The owner said happily, "That's right. I'm known as the God of Ramen because I insist on checking the ramen broth every day and the seasonings are precise to the gram. That's why I can make such delicious ramen."

"So, they all call me..."

“I know that!” March 7th immediately answered. “It’s chakra!”

"No, they're from Tangda," the shopkeeper said helplessly.

"Um... okay." March 7th was a little embarrassed.

"Alright everyone, I won't disturb your meal any longer." After saying that, the owner walked back to the kitchen.

Eve's mood instantly improved as she looked at the desserts and soda in front of her.

Indeed, desserts can bring joy.

She picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of cream, and put it in her mouth.

Instantly, a cool yet sweet taste spread throughout my mouth.

Even in the midst of snow and ice, these chilled desserts have a unique charm.

On March 7th, he slurped up noodles with gusto, the warm feeling perfectly complementing the icy and snowy landscape.

Xing, on the other hand, started gnawing on the fried hermit crab, as if it were no big deal for her.

After three rounds of eating, everyone's bowls were empty.

Eve said, "Check, little March."

"Mmm." March 7th touched her slightly protruding belly.

I'm too full!

Tangda Ramen is so delicious!

"Check, boss!" March 7th shouted.

"Okay." The boss immediately came out.

He said with a smile, "That's 240 in total, thank you."

"Only 240? That's so cheap!" March 7th exclaimed in shock.

240 credits! Even if he were selling it, he'd say it's delicious!

Eve was also somewhat surprised; in today's world of rampant inflation, it was truly rare to find such a refreshing exception.

On March 7th, he waved his hand and slammed 1000 credits onto the table. "Here's 1,000! Keep the change!"

With prices like these, what's the point of saving money?

"Alright!" The boss smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling with laughter upon hearing about March 7th's generous gesture.

But when he saw the blue ticket on the table, his expression froze.

Huh? What is this thing?

"What's wrong, boss? Are you shocked by our big spending?" March 7th secretly rejoiced.

The last time I spent money this lavishly was before.

The shopkeeper picked up the blue ticket in disbelief and asked, "What is this?"

"Credits?" March 7th was a little confused. "The currency issued by the Interstellar Peace Corporation?"

"What the hell? I only accept Winter City Shield here. What Interstellar Peace, what Credits?" The shopkeeper threw the blue ticket back onto the table.

"Winter City Shield?" March 7th looked completely bewildered.

"What is that?" she asked Eve curiously.

Eve shook her head, seemingly unaware of anything.

“Beloberg’s official currency?” the shopkeeper said immediately.

“This…” March 7th and Eve fell silent.

Goodness, I guessed that being cut off from the outside world would result in low prices, but I didn't expect that being cut off from the outside world would reach the point of not using credit points.

Great!

Seeing that something was wrong with the group, the owner immediately said, "Are you trying to dine and dash? Do you believe I'll report you to the police?"

"Wait, wait, wait! No, no, no!" March 7th immediately said.

I just left Cripperburg, and now I'm in jail for dining and dashing. How embarrassing!

"Um, boss, can I buy on credit?" March 7th asked with a smile.

The boss thought for a moment and also gave March 7 a smile.

Then, Eve, March 7th, and Star stood together by the hotel, waiting to be redeemed.

March 7th shook his head and sighed silently, "Alas, I was so careless!"

Eve covered her face helplessly, a sudden sense of familiarity washing over her. "Hiss...where have I seen this scene before?"

Xing was still out of sorts. She looked at the trash can next to her, unable to suppress the urge in her heart.

"So, what should we do, Sister Eve?" March 7 asked listlessly.

"Let's just wait and see, or maybe we'll run into someone we know," Eve said helplessly.

"An acquaintance?" March 7th frowned in surprise.

"Where do we know anyone here? Apart from that Jepard."

Eve shook her head slightly, a slight smile playing on her lips. "No, no, no, there's more."

"For example, a certain blue-haired person."

Just as Eve finished speaking, Uncle Cold Legs, with his blue hair, sneaked past from a distance.

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My name is Sambo, Sambo Koski.

I was originally a very happy middleman, tomb raider, swindler, and wanderer.

I thought my life would just pass by like this, until I met her!

She was so beautiful, so captivating, so fair-skinned... It wasn't until the fiery whip lashed against my body that I realized there was a reason she was so fair.

But what surprised me even more was that she was actually the messenger of [Pleasure].

It's truly unexpected that such a beautiful woman could be involved in pleasure.

Aha! What have you done! Oh well, this is quite amusing, praise be to you.

If my mask hadn't still been in that little brat's hands, I wouldn't have lost so miserably.

This time, I, Old Sambo, have really messed up, but it will definitely not happen again next time.

I will take back everything that belongs to me!

Now, what I need to do is get away from this group of iron guards.

With his excellent eloquence and the resilience of his old, rheumatic legs, Sambo quickly escaped the guards' watch.

Before they could react, Sambo had already run two miles.

"Hahahaha, you're 20,000 years too early to play with me, Old Sambo!!"

Sambo quickly ran to Cripper Fort.

He took the 10,000 Winter City Shields he had saved from his secret location and prepared to flee.

"Just you wait, Miss White, I will definitely get my revenge!"

As Sambo walked quickly, he secretly made up his mind.

But then, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

It's like someone has been watching you from behind, but when you turn around, you don't find anything.

"That's strange?"

"I scared myself... Ah!!"

Before Sambo could react, a vine quickly wrapped around his ankle and dragged him away.

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