"Is the lighter broken?" Shiraishi leaned over in confusion.

After seeing this, I realized that the lighter is fine.

But no matter how long the flame it spits out burns on the candle wick, when it is removed, the candle is still an unlit candle, and even the wax oil around it has not melted at all.

... Could it be that some protection mechanism is set up that only he can use?

"I'll try." Shiraishi took the lighter from Butterfly Ninja, and came over to do it in person.

One minute passed, two minutes passed...

Click—

Bai Shi threw the hot lighter, shook his hand, and grabbed the candlestick: "This is a colored ceramic disguise!"

But no matter how much you touch it, it feels really wax...

Until he reached out to pick up the wick in confusion.

The next moment, the light screen suddenly popped out, and the backpack interface and currency interface were displayed on the screen.

In the backpack, the grid where [[N] Memories] is located is shining slightly.

And the currency interface, the line where [Crystal] is located, also has the same reaction.

Shiraishi was silent for a moment at this too obvious hint and understood.

...No wonder after the novice period, he was given a non-consumable item that could overcome life and death, almost a little buggy - it turned out that he had to throw fuel in it!

Now the whole group is crystallized together and a piece of memory fragment. He can't bear to try even if he kills him...

Shiraishi sighed and put away the candle in shame.

I wasted such a long time and even bought a lighter, what are you looking for?

Butterfly Ninja looked at his movements and was quite puzzled: "Don't you order?"

"No." Shiraishi looked vicissitudes, "The fuel is a bit expensive."

Butterfly nodded in a slight sense, put away the long knife, stretched her waist and walked back to the counter.

Shiraishi slipped home with shamelessness and bought a box of bento, which was considered lunch.

It's still early now, just afternoon.

After dinner, Shiraishi thought about it and thought that he should go to school first and retrieve the envelope containing the details of the event that Suzuki Ayako said.

——She only said next week and did not say which day it was. It would be better to bring it in advance to prevent missed ones.

I was going to walk through the back door, but before I opened the door, Shiraishi suddenly remembered something.

He then opened the front door again and asked the Butterfly Ninja behind the counter: "Are you still willing to do those small props before?"

"Okay." Butterfly Ninja looks very interested.

She looked at Shiraishi carefully and found that the store manager seemed to be looking forward to the props, so she made some small requests: "If there are herbs or some new seasonings, you can also give them to me."

The power of herbs does sound much greater than that of ordinary vegetables, Shiraishi nodded.

"By the way." Butterfly Ninjutsu remembered another thing and called Shiraishi when he was about to close the door, "It's better to buy some more pots, I'm afraid there are not enough in the store."

"..."Some pots... Shiraishi was shocked by the measurement words. He looked at the long row of pots with neat and various models that were brought in the store. This was not enough?

He nodded reluctantly: "I will buy two more, but we are not very rich now. You can save some money when using them."

Butterfly Nin may have remembered the candle fuel incident again and laughed: "Don't worry, I won't waste it on purpose."

Is that a waste unintentionally? Shiraishi sighed, nodded in agreement in pain, and then went out.

Fortunately, he didn't plan to open a shop for the time being, so he didn't dare to eat the rice cooked by Butterfly Nest. After doing this, the pot is really not a necessity. If it can be used to replace props... it will be a few of them.

Shiraishi never thought of opening a store immediately to make money. With his level and the location of this store, not to mention that the principal may not be enough as startup capital, even if it is really opened, it is hard to say whether it makes money or lose money...

...

Shiraishi took a ride to the school, found the cabinet on the left side of the laboratory, opened it and saw a row of thin envelopes neatly arranged, blinding the eyes of poor people.

Shiraishi stood in front of the cabinet and looked at it for a while. He took one, poured it out and took a rough look. He said that there were at least ten thousand yen banknotes inside.

He also gave him a lot of subsidies for food, accommodation, and travel expenses... Even if he changed the location of ten events, he could accept it.

Bringing the envelope, Shiraishi walked out of school happily and went to pharmacies, supermarkets and other places for a walk.

In the evening, he finally finished purchasing and got on the bus with big bags and small bags. He looked like an old man carrying specialties to the city to watch the baby.

Shiraishi even thought about whether to bring a medicine mortar back, but Butterfly never asked for this, she seemed to be able to bring some small tools.

It was quite smooth when getting on the bus.

But when he got off the front door, Shiraishi moved for a while and didn't move - there were too many things, and he was actually stuck by the door.

"Young people are so weak!"

The enthusiastic old lady who wanted to get off the car saw his predicament and rolled up her sleeves with a smile: "I'll help you."

Shiraishi was about to say that this was not a problem of strength, but a physical problem, but before he could even spit out the first word, he pushed hard behind him on the bag he was carrying.

Shiraishi fell out of the car off guard, but the man couldn't barely fall. The sack containing three or four pots was thrown out in a hurry and headed straight for a passerby.

Having been blocked by the sack, Shiraishi only saw the man's school uniform skirt and the slender calves under the skirt, and he looked like a thin girl.

His heart skipped a beat and he shouted "Do not" in remedial. Before the ending sound had fallen, the other party steadily caught his sack.

Shiraishi stabilized her body and looked at all this psychedelically, and saw a head poking out from behind the sack.

Ran Mori turned his head and smiled friendly when he saw it was him:

"Mr. Shiraishi, what a coincidence. Why did you buy so many things? It must be very heavy. I'll help you get some?"

"..." Shiraishi comfortably relieved his heart that had just been hanging, "Thank you, I can hold it."

The bus stop is still a short distance away from home, and it is really embarrassing to be silent all the time.

Shiraishi looked at Ran Mori who was helping him carry the pot and said nothing: "You seem a little excited?"

"Hmm? It's so obvious." Ran Maori smiled embarrassedly, then lowered his voice and told him mysteriously:
Chapter completed!