Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 560 How Much is the Fine?

Before entering the ruins, the archaeology students chose to split up and randomly team up with students from other colleges.

At this moment, they stood in their respective groups, each clutching their mustard bags tightly.

As disciples of the Mud-Legged Sect, Wujiu City allocated them ample research funding; they didn't even know how to spell the word "shortage of money."

However, they are still very stingy, after all, this is the glorious tradition of diligence and thrift of the peasant clan.

In the different corridors, every archaeology student stood in front of the ticket window, clutching their own money bags, and asked the same question in unison: "Excuse me, can I get a discount?"

The little robot's CPU froze for a moment. It looked at the austere students, clicked around for a while, and finally sighed in a human-like manner, saying, "For the sake of your master, alright, I'll give you a 30% discount."

The archaeology students' eyes lit up.

It still has to be Master Youyou.

When they saw her figure in the mural, they guessed that their master, as the creator god, must have some connection with this ruin.

Look, this strangely shaped little thing in front of me can actually recognize that they are her students.

As expected of an ancient god! His influence is truly immense.

They all stood tall, feeling proud.

The other students from Dragonspine Academy nearby were stunned.

Can I still get a discount?

For the sake of Master?

Master? Who is that?

After realizing what was happening, their eyes widened in surprise, and they all rushed forward.

"We also want a discount! We're all from the same college, and Principal Shen Tu Na is our shared principal and mentor. Could you please do us a favor?"

"We want a 30% discount too, is that okay?"

Looking at their bright, sparkling eyes, the archaeology students touched their noses shyly.

Excuse me, but your master and my master seem to be different.

As expected, the little robot remained unmoved.

"You're all paying the original price."

Students: Huh?

"Why!"

They were destined never to get an answer.

I could only stand by enviously, watching the archaeology students pull out their money bags, ready to buy tickets at a low price...

"The archaeology department is really hiding its true strength."

"Could they have another master?"

"Who knows! We're both students at Dragonspine Academy, it's really frustrating to compare ourselves to others."

Those with low emotional intelligence are still complaining, while those with high emotional intelligence have already pounced on them and latched onto the coattails of the archaeology students.

"Waaaaah, please help us out, boss! Please use your master's influence to get us to do your bidding!"

"Once we're inside, we'll do whatever you say! We're willing to split any treasures we find 30/70!"

"Many hands make light work, boss!"

"We're all classmates, we won't go back on our word!"

Listening to the students chattering away, the archaeology students scratched their heads, wondering, "Is this for real?"

They didn't know what dangers lay within the ruins, but bringing more people might prove useful in a critical moment.

"Alright, you all wait here."

"Hmm."

The archaeology students in each corridor seemed to be in perfect sync, haggling with the little robot.

"Hello, if we buy tickets in a group, can we get a discount to 90%?"

The little robot screamed, "You've gone too far!"

"That one is halved."

"No way!" The little robot was so angry it was practically steaming.

Are you treating it like a sucker?

Oh, so this is what it feels like to be angry.

"20% off? If that's not enough, forget it, I'm not going to do group buying."

"Let me calculate how much money you would lose without group buying... There are sixteen people in our group, and each person gets a 20% discount on the ticket price. The original ticket price was three million, so the final result is..."

Before they could finish speaking, the little robot interrupted them: "Eighty percent off it is!"

It's because they're really short of money.

"make a deal!"

Cheers immediately erupted in the corridor.

Compared to the students' jubilation, the atmosphere among the Star Clan was far more tense.

Five Star Clan members who had been hiding in the group of independent cultivators finally worked with their teammates to reassemble and rearrange the murals.

They looked at these resurrected histories with utter disdain.

Haha, this ruin is isolated from the outside world. The images captured by the recording stone cannot be transmitted to the crystal ball outside. The ancient creator god wants to use the murals in this corridor to restore the history of the second heaven. Dream on.

Once they've finished exploring the ruins, they'll immediately wipe out all the humans inside!

At that time, history and everything else will be destroyed by them.

They wore mixed-race skins and looked at the poor, wandering cultivators sighing and sulking, then chuckled disdainfully.

It's just three million gold coins?

Look how hard these ants are being made to live.

They went out decisively and each easily took out three million gold coins.

"Little guy, give us the tickets."

The little robot, having just been slaughtered by archaeology students, is in a bad mood.

"Sorry, the price has been raised temporarily. A ticket now costs eight million gold coins."

"What!" The Star Clan's voice rose eight octaves.

Why!

Why did the price suddenly increase by five million gold coins?

The little machine wanted to roll its eyes, but it only had one computer screen, which limited its capabilities.

Therefore, two finger-shaped patterns appeared in the very center of the computer screen: convex (′ 0`) convex

"Buy it or don't, it's up to you."

Star Clan: (`Benefit'╬)

The mixed-race skin on his face was almost wrinkled up.

They took deep breaths, wanting to jump into the ticket window and crush the little robot to pieces, but no matter how hard they tried to pry open the window, bracing their feet under their heads and pulling desperately outwards with their hands, the window remained unmoved.

On the contrary, the leather on their backs all snapped with a "crack".

The stitches came undone.

"What's that sound?" Everyone pricked up their ears.

The Star Clan froze.

Not good.

In the ruins of the ancient creator god, they were filled with fear and dared not directly reveal their Star Clan identity, so they quickly stopped their torment of the ticket window.

The little robot inside said expressionlessly, "Interfering with ticket purchasing will result in a fine of 30 million gold coins."

"Wh-what?!" The expressions of the Star Clan members completely crumbled.

But a glimmer of hope remained: "You wish!"

The next moment, they suddenly felt a lightness on their bodies.

A sudden panic gripped them, and they hurriedly reached inside their clothes.

The bag of mustard seeds is still there.

With a sweep of divine sense, their fake faces all turned black.

The gold coins in the mustard seed bag were exactly 30 million short, no more, no less.

"Those who aren't buying tickets, please move aside and don't block the tourists behind you."

Hearing the little robot's urging, the five Star Clan members looked embarrassed. However, they had come here on important business, so how could they really be stuck outside because of gold coins?

Gritting their teeth, they each pulled out eight million gold coins, like dead dogs, and successfully purchased the tickets.