But there was nothing to be done—dwarves never haggle. Whatever price they say is what it is. But everyone knows dwarves never overcharge; their prices are always fair, so no one ever tries to bargain.

"Um, can I borrow this bow for a bit?" Ethan Brooks spotted a bow lying in the corner, walked over, picked it up, and tried it out. It was really strong—he could barely draw it even a little.

"If you want that bow, you can have it," Eric said casually. "It's strong, but it's not a magic crystal bow, so no one likes to use it." Although the quality was good and the strength high, it hadn't taken much material to make—just his time. Plus, it had been sitting there for years with no one interested.

For a craftsman like him, something he made only had value if someone used it, so he just gave it to Ethan Brooks. He even threw in a quiver filled with arrows.

With the bow and arrows on his back and the magic crystal sword in hand, Ethan Brooks walked down the street. Thinking about how he was once again penniless, he started to belt out a song in what he thought was a world-weary voice...

I once kept asking you when you would go with me

But you always laughed at me for having nothing

I want to give you my pursuit and my freedom

But you always laughed at me for having nothing

Oh... when will you go with me

...

Cui Jian's "Nothing to My Name" perfectly expressed how Ethan Brooks felt at that moment. He narcissistically thought that everyone would be conquered by his powerful voice!!

...

"Damn, which bastard is howling like a ghost out here!"

"......"

Chapter 13: Making Poison Just to "Pop Pills"

In the evening, Ethan Brooks came home carrying a bag of flour, some greens, and a few seasonings, and put them in the kitchen, which only had a single clove of garlic. Don't get the wrong idea—he didn't scam these things; he bought them at the market.

As for where he got the money, don't forget, he still had Colin's pair of gloves. Luckily, there were still pawnshop-like businesses on this continent, so he could pawn things. Ethan Brooks just sold the gloves outright, with no intention of buying them back. That way, he got a bit more money. Apparently, the gloves were pretty good—he sold them for a silver coin.

So, he used that silver coin to buy the things above. The staple food on this continent is basically all made from flour, so that's all he could buy. Besides, flour is also a staple in northern China and can be made into many things, so Ethan Brooks didn't mind.

But if anyone found out he sold Colin's gloves, it would cause a huge stir.

Everyone knows that the gloves used to issue a duel are a symbol of dignity. If you win the challenge, you get the gloves back; if you lose, the gloves become the other person's prized possession.

That's right—a prized possession. The winner will carefully keep the gloves as a record of their victory and as a sign of respect for their opponent.

If someone throws away the gloves, it means they look down on the loser and are trampling on that person's dignity. What Ethan Brooks did this time was even worse.

He actually sold the gloves for money, and for just a single silver coin at that. If Colin found out, he would definitely hunt him down at all costs.

"Uh, I won't cook tonight! I'll save a meal." Ethan Brooks was still full from his lunchtime feast, so he wasn't hungry. If he could save, he would—so he decided to skip dinner.

Time to take a bath and do laundry!

Luckily, he was a country kid. Back home (on Earth), he did everything himself—laundry, cooking, even hunting and farming.

But back then, he hunted with a gun. Now, he could only use a bow and arrow. Now everyone could understand why Ethan Brooks wanted that bow—he wanted to hunt for himself and eat some meat.

After all, his body was still fifteen years old, right at the age for growing. He needed plenty of nutrition!

After his bath, Ethan Brooks tidied up his room, then got into bed—not to sleep, but to practice his breathing technique, the Turtle Breathing Skill.

Before practicing, Ethan Brooks actually took out the unfinished Five Poisons Deadly Pill, broke off a tiny bit, and ate it. He didn't dare eat too much—who knew if last time's resistance was because of transmigration? If he didn't have that resistance now, he'd be dead.

Start with a small amount and see how it goes before increasing the dose.

He circulated his energy to resist the poison, stimulating the growth of his internal energy...

The next morning, Ethan Brooks felt that although his energy wasn't growing as fast as yesterday, it was still much faster than when he was on Earth. It seemed his method was working.

But this method was really troublesome—his body was covered in another layer of black grime!

Damn, from now on I'm sleeping naked—saves me from having to wash my clothes again. No need for a blanket either; I can use my energy to keep warm, and blankets cost money anyway.

After a quick rinse in the bathroom, Ethan Brooks put on some underwear and started practicing Bagua Palm in the courtyard. Early morning is the best time to cultivate energy...

After about an hour, the sky gradually brightened. Ethan Brooks finished his practice, took another quick shower, put on clean clothes, and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles—hand-pulled noodles!