"THE VINTAGE scooter you call 'Lucky Viki,' please sell it to me, Miss Young."
Yep, this guy isn't from the New World Empire.
Bastards from the New World Empire were only interested in stealing lands that didn't belong to them— not buying Items.
Viki's Status Window popped up then.
She discreetly read the message shown.
[Maintenance Progress: 51%]
Oh, not bad.
But not good either.
At least, now that the maintenance is halfway done, I won't faint from fever again.
She needed to regain her energy, though.
"I'm craving lasagna, but don't you dare put garlic bread or salad as side dishes. I want potato wedges and cheese balls with my lasagna," Viki said, lying down on the bed on her side— ala-Cleopatra. "Then cider for my drinks."
The 'Birdman' looked visibly confused despite wearing a mask, but that confusion only lasted for a moment.
He pulled out an old model of a phone from the inner pocket of his suit.
