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The cab driver looked at Philip in surprise but did not say anything. He immediately started the hover cab and sped
through the air.
Philip, who was sitting in the back row, took out his communicator and sent a message to Emily, Iris, and Leopard,
telling them that he had left the territory of the ancient dragon and hoped they would meet again in the future. He
had no idea if they could receive this message.
After sending this message, Philip shut down the communicator and threw it into the space ring.
Glancing at the densely packed tall metallic buildings outside the window, as well as the neon signboards that were
not very bright in daylight, Philip sighed.
If this trip went well, maybe he could see them again before the next stargate opened, but if the time was
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The cab stopped in an old town southeast of the city.
“The fare is 130 star dollars.”
Philip took out a communicator he had gotten from a member of the Moon Worship Creed earlier and transferred
the money.
Fortunately, the communicators of those people were relatively low-level with hardly any security system, and the
data would not be automatically destroyed after the owner’s death.
Meanwhile, Leroy’s communicator had turned into a pile of scrap metal. He did not know if bars were open at noon.
Philip opened the door and walked into an old bar.
“We’re not open for business during closing time. Please come back later…” A skinny bartender was wiping the
counter.
“I’m not here for a drink.”
Philip was uncertain. This place looked like a regular bar from all angles, so he could only take a gamble. He
avoided the cleaning robot and walked up to the bar counter.
He pressed his hat and said in a low voice, “I want to get a communicator.”
The bartender said calmly, “Sir, this is a regular bar.”
However, when the bartender heard Philip’s words just now, his hands obviously paused, and Philip caught this
detail.
“What about this?”
With a smile on his face, Philip took out a piece of mithril the size of a fist and continued to speak in a low voice.
Since being in business for so long, the bartender had never seen anyone trade precious metals before.
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“Please wait a minute. I’ll call the boss.”
The bartender pressed a button under the bar counter.
Soon, a tall burly man walked out of the elevator and said fiercely to the bartender, “What’s the urgency?”
“Boss, we have a customer.”
The tall man had noticed this mysterious man with a hood sitting at the bar without saying a word.
He stepped forward and asked, “What do you want to buy, sir?”
Philip looked sideways at this man with a chubby face and said, “I want a communicator with my data recorded.”
After saying that, he tapped the piece of mithril sitting quietly on the counter.
Mithril of this size was at least two kilograms and worth at least half a million star dollars. Getting a new
communicator would only cost tens of thousands of star dollars.
The man grinned and said, “Please come with me, sir.”
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