The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 2520: The Exiled Land’s Economic Circle

Suffering Pray Sea Market has arrived.

Upon everyone’s arrival, the sky was dark, the tides chaotic, giving a sense of advancing at the forefront of a sandstorm.

There were specks of light on the Suffering Pray Sea, brightening everyone’s eyes in this dim weather.

"Market Island has arrived!"

"There are lights!"

Everyone was pleasantly surprised and descended onto Market Island. Upon touching the ground, everyone felt a sense of disorientation.

After spending all day and night in the gloomy Spiritual Energy tides, to say nothing else, people were nearly depressed, feeling a sense of despair like "When will this ever end?"

Everyone rushed towards where the lights were, only to find that there were numerous buildings on the island, all of which were magical treasure-type structures, shining with Formation light, forming Barriers that kept the chaotic Spiritual Energy tides outside.

The lights came from within these Barrier-protected houses, some bustling with voices, others silent and serene, but no matter what, they all gave a great sense of safety.

Indeed, there are safe houses!

Carson Flores sighed inwardly, but wasn’t surprised.

Since Barriers can keep out Spiritual Energy tides, it’s naturally possible to establish safe dwellings, as long as there are enough people supplying Spiritual Power to maintain these Formations.

Could Lorvian Randall be inside one of these houses?

As the Sea God Church Holy Son, his status is esteemed. Now that he’s here, presumably no one would dare trouble him. They would only flatter him, right?

Everyone eagerly arrived at a large, noisy building, but were stopped by a Guard standing at the door.

"Bitter Sea Restaurant. To enter and dine, first pay up."

Restaurant?

No wonder the sounds are so noisy.

"Can’t we go inside, sit down, and then order? Why have guests wait outside to order in advance?"

The Guard sneered, "You must be newcomers. The rules here are the same everywhere: pay before receiving service. If you have money, you’re a master; if not, get lost!"

"Hurry and bring the menu!"

The menu quickly appeared, very simple.

Simple Meal: Fifty thousand Spirit Stones, one meat, one vegetable, one soup (single person meal, time limit: an hour)

Feast: Two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, three meats, two vegetables, two cold dishes, one soup (for two people, time limit: one hour)

Luxury Meal: one million spirit stones, luxury set meal (up to eight people, time limit: six hours)

Note: This shop buys Clam Pearls, one Clam Pearl for five million Spirit Stones.

One meat, one vegetable, one soup costs fifty thousand Spirit Stones?

This is faster than robbery!

The main point is the time limit note at the end, which made Carson Flores vaguely understand that the restaurant sells meals merely as a pretext; the real commodity is the time limit. After all, Cultivators can casually take elixirs and go hundreds of years without eating.

They are selling the safe time without enduring the Spiritual Energy tides.

As long as you have money, you’re the master, and you can stay here all day without suffering from the tides.

Inside is bliss, outside is Hell, and the dividing line depends on whether you have enough Spirit Stones.

Upon seeing the menu, everyone exploded.

"That’s way too expensive!"

"Spending so many Spirit Stones for a meal, with such limited time, even if we had lots of Spirit Stones, we couldn’t bear to spend them!"

"Exactly, this is a black shop, practically robbery, costing thousands of times more than outside, probably even beyond that!"

The Guard sneered at the crowd, furrowing his brows: "If you want to enter, pay up; if not, leave. Don’t block the door; if you want to endure outside, do so, but don’t scream here!"

Newcomers couldn’t tolerate such attitude.

"Let’s look at other places. I don’t believe everything is this expensive!"

"Yes, let’s explore first, no rush. Besides, hiding inside for a while doesn’t solve much. If necessary, we’ll find a spot on the island, band together, take turns injecting mana, just like we did at sea, wouldn’t that work?"

"Exactly, we don’t have to go in; let’s manage ourselves!"

Carson Flores looked at the Guard listening coldly to the crowd, with a disdainful and mocking expression, then turned to see the island’s layout; there were numerous sturdy houses set up rather systematically, but almost no external residents. Surely there’s something here that he and others don’t know about.

Carson Flores bowed towards the group: "I’m a bit exhausted and wish to go inside to rest, so I’ll temporarily bid everyone farewell!"

Carson Flores was merely traveling with the group to avoid trouble. Now that the destination is reached, he naturally wouldn’t continue mingling with them. He needs to employ the Ethereal Pagoda, avoiding attention.

There are quite a few customers in the restaurant, obviously attracted by something. Going in will let him investigate and gather information.

Carson Flores stepped forward, paid for a Simple Meal, and received a Token.

"Hold the Token to enter the restaurant; the time starts from the moment you enter. When the time runs out, you’ll be pulled out by the Formation. Please mind the time."

Carson Flores bought the meal. Even just a Simple Meal, the Guard’s attitude instantly improved considerably.

Indeed, money is king!

This place of exile has seemingly formed its unique economic circle!