A Woman

"Can you lift it again?" Laura asked David after observing the pile of weapons in the sack.

David nodded, casually lifting the sack.

It lifted easily when he did it.

Laura's eyes then looked into David's, looking like she wanted to find out.

After that, she suddenly turned around.

"Bring it to the scale," she said before taking a step towards the large scale inside the shop.

The rusted iron with no special value could only be sold for treasure per kilo. David had guessed that because the weapons looked very ordinary.

People wouldn't give them a second glance.

When David placed the sack on the scale, the results were instantly visible on the screen hanging on the wall behind the scale.

220 kilograms!

That's even heavier than what David lifted.

Although the weapons were indeed quite a lot, normally with such an amount it might be less than 200 kilograms, only around 150 kilograms.

That they are heavier shows their density is above the average of today's products.

"Where did you find this stuff?" Laura asked David.

It was a question David had expected, and he calmly replied, "They're old items in our warehouse. We were thinking of selling them because we wanted to make our house cleaner."

Whether or not Laura believed the explanation was not that important. The important thing is that the answer is very logical.

"By the way, Sister Laura, what is the price per kilo of iron now?" he asked, changing the topic early.

"Now the price of scrap metal has increased quite drastically. You'll get about 400 euros," Laura replied.

"Ohh..." David was quite surprised by that information as he thought it was only worth about 200 euros.

He was of course delighted.

"Just a moment," Laura said, turning around and walking towards the counter.

She took a few bills before returning and handing them to David.

"Thank you," David said with a big smile.

"I'll go now, Sister Laura," he added, not wanting to linger there as he wanted to use the money for shopping.

Laura was silent, continuing to stare at David and Isabella's backs as they left.

Right after they disappeared, she suddenly took out her cell phone, and called someone.

It seemed that her phone call was picked up immediately as she spoke right away.

"Boss, you haven't left Vechta, have you? If you want to recruit someone, you might get an excellent one here."

***

When they arrived outside the shop, David handed over 50 euros to Isabella, much to the latter's surprise.

"What?" she asked.

"For your school pocket money," David replied.

"Are you serious?" Isabella looked incredulous at what David had said.

"Come on, what's wrong with an older brother giving his younger sister money?" David said with a wry smile.

"Huh, this is nothing compared to what you took from me," the girl replied, snorting softly.

However, despite her cynical look, she still took the money.

A girl who had started to mature like her naturally liked money.

"My clothes aren't bought with this money," she added suddenly, as if reminding David that her clothes would be bought with his money.

"Of course," David replied because that was the original plan.

He gave her the money only because there was more money he was receiving.

There was now 350 euros more in his hand.

He planned to use a hundred euros for Isabella's clothes.

The two entered the car again, then moved quickly towards an area full of clothing stores.

Since it was only a small shop, most of the shops only sold cheap brands, which ranged from 15 to 25 euros.

That was already the most expensive price and for David and Isabella, clothes at that price were already good.

Isabella looked happy when she arrived in the area. Her beautiful eyes gazed around, choosing which shop to enter.

"Let's go to that shop," she said, managing to find a shop she liked in no time.

It sold women's clothing that could be said to be the casual type.

"Take this money and go in yourself," David replied, handing Isabella about another 100 euros.

It wasn't that he didn't want to accompany her into the store, but as far as he could see there were only women inside the store.

Those who came with their husbands also only went in alone, leaving their husbands waiting outside.

Isabella understood that in no time. She finally took the money before walking into the shop with a faint smile.

The entire time she walked, people were looking at her intently, something that couldn't possibly not happen.

When alone, David made observations around him.

He hopes that something interesting is happening so that he can watch.

Unfortunately a small town is a small town, it's hard to find anything interesting.

In the end, he shook his head and closed his eyes, leaning against the car to wait.

Apparently, Isabella shopped quite fast. She came back with a large plastic bag.

"I'm done, let's find a restaurant now," she said.

David nodded and entered the car.

When in the car, Isabella started to unpack the plastic bag just to check the contents.

David glanced briefly, but was not interested in women's clothing at all.

He was focused on driving, looking for a restaurant.

In the end, he was drawn to a Japanese restaurant that exuded the aroma of broth that wafted down the street.

"How about this restaurant?" said David.

Isabella looked at the restaurant for a while and nodded.

The sky was already dark when they arrived and the restaurant was quite crowded. People coming home from work stopped by the restaurant to dilute their saliva with the flavor of spices from Japan.

"Don't forget to bring a serving for mom," Isabella said to David as they sat in the corner seats.

A waiter came over to them, asking what they wanted to order.

Since he had quite a lot of money, David casually chose the Premium Ramen complete with meat and egg.

Isabella also chose the same menu.

Their order was ready in no time so they could start eating.

For those who eat bread with jam more often, having dinner at this restaurant really gives a special sensation.

They ate quite quickly and eagerly, it was clear that they were country people.

It wasn't so embarrassing because most diners were also villagers with the same reaction as them.

If anyone insulted them, that person would probably be beaten up.

While they continued to eat, a Black Mercedez suddenly pulled up in front of the restaurant, much to the surprise of the people as it was too luxurious in this small town.

There were probably quite a few who owned Mercedez, but this one was definitely the best type with a price tag of millions of euros.

It was driven by a curly-haired black woman who immediately got off when the car stopped.

David was not interested in the woman's appearance because as soon as he saw her, he immediately felt a heavy threat from her.

'She's a cultivator,' he thought.

The woman then opened the back door of the car, and invited the person inside to get out.

When the person got out, everyone in the restaurant and diner held their breath.

Some even said, "how beautiful!"

The one who got off the car was a woman with a tall body and a very beautiful mature face.

She had long golden blonde hair, wearing a long brown coat.

She was around 30, and people didn't need to guess to know that she was from an old money family.

After getting off the car, the woman gazed around until her gaze stopped at David and Isabella.