...Should I name it Lucky?
{...}
...
{Alright, I was just joking. We will talk about it later as I promised.}
I reassured the weaver, the guy also wanted his name to be more than generic. I wondered whether it also experienced my memories and became affected somehow.
We had a lot to talk about. But not now.
{Let me put the new guy away.}
I extended my hand to the egg and, with a mental command, stored it inside the system inventory. Because it couldn't be stored inside ordinary storage items, and I have already checked the safety of the inventory.
The attendant returned soon after, filling the ring with requested resources for the extra million I gave.
They probably thought I was a customer worth befriending, so they gave me the items at a discount price.
