Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 386 Security Check
Zi Jin frowned slightly, and her magical power rippled silently around her. She casually stomped her foot lightly.

"Crack!"

With a muffled thud, the wooden floor beneath her feet instantly cracked, a fine, spiderweb-like pattern spreading rapidly. The shelves and displays throughout the shop immediately tilted and clattered. The entire room shook violently, and a fine dust fell from the ceiling.

The goblin shopkeeper's eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaping open wide enough to fit an egg, all his shouts stuck in his throat. He had indeed heard a commotion outside, saying that a terrifyingly large ship had arrived, carrying many, many mages. He had secretly chuckled at those country bumpkins who had never seen the world, making a fuss over nothing.

But what he was seeing—was this just an ordinary mage?! That seemingly effortless kick must have belonged to at least an arcane mage! Cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead.

“Thirty…thirty copper coins!” The anger on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a sincere, almost obsequious smile that seemed to ooze honey, and he bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Do you need us to compensate you for this floor?" Violet tilted her head slightly, her eyes as kind as if she were caring for a child.

"No, no, no! Absolutely not, esteemed guest!" The goblin shopkeeper shook his head vigorously. "It's because our shop's floor is old and in poor condition; it actually hurt your esteemed foot just now! It's truly our shop's fault! Our apologies!"

With Violet's example of "making an example of someone," subsequent purchases in the trade zone went much more smoothly, and no more tactless goblin merchants dared to ask for exorbitant prices or make a ruckus.

“Most goblin merchants in Greenthorn Harbor are like that,” Violet explained to Su Ming as they walked along the stone path. “Overcharging is their main business. Cunning and treacherous are their way of life and their source of pride. If they start to do business with you honestly and properly…” She paused, “then they must have been forced into a corner, like just now.”

"I understand." Su Ming nodded in deep agreement.

“However,” Zijin seemed to suddenly remember something, glancing casually at the small cloth bag containing the cat-ear hat that Su Ming was carrying, her expression somewhat blurred in the afternoon light and shadow, and her voice lowered, “that women’s hat…what did you buy it for?”

Su Ming answered frankly, "Because I like it."

“But you can’t wear it—” Violet stopped mid-sentence, her voice rising unconsciously, “Are you planning to give it away?”

"I didn't plan to give it away," Su Ming said, somewhat puzzled. "Can't I keep it as a collectible?"

"...Anyway, I'm not going to wear it." Violet turned her head. "Don't even think about it!"

Su Ming shrugged. "Is there absolutely no room for negotiation?"

"……certainly!"

****
The Pansy, a colossal warship, rests quietly between the sea and the sky.

Ymir followed the second group of students who were granted permission to disembark and make purchases, setting foot on the land of Greenthorn Harbor. Unlike the others who headed straight for the market, she asked the locals for directions and found the port post office. At the slightly worn counter, she carefully filled out a mail-order application form and sent it to the branch address of the Sanghe Illustration Publishing House in the Eastern Continent. In this world, mail-ordering books was still a rather tedious and time-consuming process; the back-and-forth shipping of payment and the long wait for delivery were commonplace, often taking months.

But Ymir didn't care at all; for those picture books, the wait was absolutely worth it!
However, some people asked her to help them buy things, and Ymir did not refuse.

"Buying fifty books in a group gets you a 10% discount!" She was slightly pleased. "I saved some money."

Meanwhile, the first group of students who went to Greenthorn Harbor to make purchases began to return one after another. Some of them used flight spells to fly directly from the dock back to the deck of the Pansy. However, many others had too much and too heavy a purchase to bother with flying, so they chose to take the slow ferry boats back.

However, when the small boat was still some distance from the giant ship, the trainees didn't wait patiently for it to dock. Instead, they used their magic to leap onto the spacious deck as soon as they were close enough. Soon, a fairly long queue formed on the deck, with the trainees waiting in an orderly fashion to register for leave.

In the group, a particularly short member carried a huge backpack that was disproportionate to his size. As the group slowly moved forward, they finally arrived at the checkpoint.

"Please place your backpack on the conveyor belt over there," the security staff member reminded them in a businesslike manner.

The short trainee immediately did as instructed, laboriously placing the bulging, heavy backpack onto a wide conveyor belt that was moving steadily and continuously, before stepping through the dimly lit security gate.

The moment he passed through the security gate, a piercing "beep beep" alarm sounded!

"Are you carrying any prohibited items?" the security officer asked sternly, while taking out an empty basket and gesturing for him to take out all his belongings for inspection.

However, on the other side, the staff member in charge of baggage inspection sitting behind the monitor screen suddenly changed his expression and pressed a conspicuous red alarm switch!
The security guard, who had been merely going through the motions with a relatively calm expression, swiftly retreated several steps the moment the alarm sounded, simultaneously drawing his staff from his waist with a "whoosh." All the other security personnel on standby reacted just as quickly, their weapons flashing across the room in an instant.

A circle of people quickly formed around the short man, leaving an empty space between them. Everyone was on high alert, watching him intently, and an invisible pressure instantly spread.

"State your real identity!" the security captain shouted sternly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

"interesting!"

Having his disguise exposed, the newcomer decided to drop the pretense. He chuckled and abruptly ripped off the elaborate disguise spell, revealing a goblin with dark green skin, a hunched back, pointed ears, and cunning eyes.

"The Trickster Saxon!" Rishuri's figure appeared at the front of the group like a ghost. A long, narrow bone blade made of white bones instantly materialized in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the other party. "What, did those guys from the Temple of Light pay you to cause trouble again?"

Saxon's initial eagerness to make a move was abruptly halted after assessing the strength displayed by Rishuri.

(End of this chapter)