Evan's mouth twitched. "You are so thin. What can I get from selling you? You have no meat at all."
Zerra gasped. "So, you are planning to sell me, after all?"
The man rolled his eyes and didn't bother with the dramatic girl anymore. Instead, he got up from his seat and picked a small plastic package. "There are some seeds inside."
She took the plastic from him and opened it. There were small bundles; some were still intact with the labels, wrapped in foil packaging. As for the rest, it was unknown what kind of plant seeds they were. Some seeds mixed with another.
"You exchange those for crystal cores, right?" She lifted her eyebrows.
The base had let ordinary people earn supplies too. They even hired them to do menial jobs–the requirement for such jobs was: they didn't awaken any ability.
They had considered ways to make ordinary people survive by making use of their manpower. They could have given the food for free, but that would backfire in the long run.
