Anderson, the eldest son of Dewen Manufacturing Company, the new champion of the competition, and a lover of rare stones.
Today is the third day after he challenged the Four Heavenly Kings and won the regional championship.
Anderson, who won a Grand Slam, planned to go to Meteor Falls on his way back to his hometown to see if he could find some rare stones.
But he didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing before he even got to Meteor Falls.
It was almost like a dream.
Anderson looked at the stone, and the owner of the stone looked at Anderson.
"Ahem." Will Young coughed lightly.
Anderson came back to his senses instantly, and the expression on his face returned to its usual seriousness and calmness.
"Feel sorry."
Anderson seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't have the airs of a young master or a champion.
Perhaps because he was still young, he came across as very polite and easy-going.
"It doesn't matter." Albus pursed his lips and staggered to his feet, leaning on the snow.
Upon seeing this, Anderson took out a bottle of spray from his backpack and said:
"Use this. Trainers often encounter these situations in the wild. I suggest you put some medicine in your backpack in the future. This may be much more convenient."
"Uh, thank you." Albus thanked him, sat down next to Zampa again, took a look at the spray, and found that it was for treating bruises.
"How much?" he asked while spraying.
Anderson pursed his lips, shook his head, and said, "No money."
Albus: "..."
If you don't want money, what do you want?
As if hearing his thoughts, Anderson looked at the stones on the ground, then looked at Albus, and asked, "Do you like these things too?"
Anderson wanted them.
Albus thought quickly. He just didn't know who to sell to. In this case, if the price was right, he could reluctantly sell them to Anderson.
"I like money." He said bluntly.
Anderson choked up when he heard this. He looked at Albus's clothes and the Zampa beside him and realized that he might be a civilian trainer who was short of money.
Then he quickly realized the meaning of that sentence and asked, "How much is it?"
"How much do you think is appropriate?"
"Three million?" Anderson tentatively gave a price.
This time it was Albus's turn to be choked, and he looked at the stones on the ground.
In his mind, those evolutionary stones such as the Fire Stone could only be sold for five or six hundred thousand at most.
The other several ancient Pokémon fossils were not rare fossils like ammonite fossils and pterosaurs but were just small fist stones, large rock snakes, and the like.
The only valuable ones were the two large alien meteorites that contained cosmic energy.
The price of these two meteorites in Albus's heart was around 500,000.
The total total was only 1.6 million or less than 2 million at most.
He didn't expect that Anderson would give so much all at once. Sure enough, a kid from a wealthy family wasn't short of money?
"Deal." Albus completed the transaction neatly.
It was that simple to talk to smart people.
Anderson was also very straightforward. He took out a diamond card directly from his bag and said:
"There are 3.2 million in it, and the password is 32154. If you have more money, consider it as making a friend. This is my contact information. If you still have stones to sell in the future, you can contact me."
Anderson was a champion, and his family wasn't short of money. He wouldn't lie to him. Even if he did, Albus could still come to him.
So Albus also said: "These two pieces are not ordinary stones, they are meteorite fragments, which contain a large amount of cosmic energy."
Although the energy in this meteorite could revive Chimney Mountain, it was of no use in his hands. It was better to sell it to Anderson and let him keep it.
"I'll pay attention." Anderson nodded, looking at the many stones on the ground, hesitantly.
Upon seeing this, Albus directly gave him the mountaineering backpack.
The joy of the harvest appeared on Anderson's face. He loaded the stones, looked at Albus, and asked: "Do you... need help? I can send you to the nearest town."
Albus waved his hand, shook his head, and said, "No, I can do it myself."
He still had things to do.
"Okay then." Anderson didn't say much when he saw this. He nodded and left here happily.
After Anderson disappeared, Albus looked at the diamond card in his hand and said excitedly: "Lorcan, did you see it? We have money!"
He no longer had to worry about buying shampoo like before.
Lorcan felt a little complicated when he saw this scene.
At this moment, a sloppy man with glasses suddenly jumped out of the grass nearby.
Albus immediately put the card away vigilantly.
The man stared at his face with excitement and said, "I saw it!"
Albus: "?"
Man: "I saw it. You brought back a lot of fossils from that place. How did you do it?"
"None of your business?" Albus was speechless. Wasn't this man a psychopath?
The man was still talking to himself: "I am not a professional explorer, but you can bring back so many fossils at one time. Is it possible..."
He looked up suddenly and said in surprise: "Are you a magician?!"
Albus: "..."
From a certain perspective, he was indeed a magician.
Albus turned around, staggering and letting Zampa continue to lead the way.
Zampa looked at his feet, a little worried.
Lorcan tried to help him, but his hand went straight through Albus's body.
Albus: "...It's just a minor injury, don't worry."
"Don't go!" At this time, the man behind him quickly came to him.
Albus took out Magical Leaf's Poké Ball and said, "Want to be beaten?"
The man shook his head quickly: "I just want you to do something for me, and when it is done, I will give you a big gift!"
Albus became a little interested: "What kind of gift?"
"Are you a trainer who is traveling outside?" The man looked at Albus up and down and said:
"If you help me complete that matter, I will give you an Elf Illustrated Book that can only be owned by direct descendants of the Alliance!"
Albus: "Which thing?"
The man looked mysterious: "Have you heard of the Phantom Tower? It is a mysterious tower standing deep in the desert..."
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