Chapter 218 You are a fraud
“I hope this will give me a breakthrough in my mental strength.”
Eric lit the incense with great longing, and slowly closed his eyes.
Like waiting for a holy baptism, immersing yourself in it wholeheartedly, trying to feel the possible magical power that nourishes the spirit.
However, after a few seconds, Eric's brows slightly frowned, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
He took another deep breath and carefully distinguished the smell in the air, but the expected wonderful fragrance did not appear. "This smell seems a little wrong."
He muttered quietly, sniffing hard again.
After a while, Eric's face became uglier and uglier.
"That's totally wrong!"
He frowned and his nostrils flared rapidly, as if trying to capture all the faint fragrance.
"It's completely useless. It doesn't have the same effect as before, where my mental power couldn't be controlled and exploded. Even the fragrance is greatly reduced."
Eric was full of doubts. He couldn't understand why this much-anticipated aromatherapy had lost its original effect.
Reluctantly, he picked up the unopened aromatherapy next to him again, and with cautious and somewhat anxious movements, he carefully opened the package.
His eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he was hoping that this one would be different.
Eric gently took out the incense, lit it, and waited quietly, staring at the rising smoke without blinking, his nostrils trembling slightly, trying to catch even a hint of familiar scent.
However, the cruel reality was once again in front of him. The effect of this aromatherapy was exactly the same as the one he had just opened. It still did not bring any improvement. The faint and bland fragrance, as well as the imperceptible effect on mental strength, made Eric's mood instantly plummet to the bottom.
His expression instantly changed from expectation to disappointment, and the light in his eyes dimmed like a lamp that had gone out.
Eric's heart was full of confusion and doubt. He had always respected what the master had made, and the current situation made him feel very confused.
"No, I have to go find the master and ask him clearly!" Although Eric was disappointed, he still maintained the necessary restraint and hurried to the virtual booth.
Arriving at the stall, Eric was stunned by the chaotic scene before him.
The crowd surrounded the stall like a surging tide, and everyone was shouting loudly.
Someone holding the aromatherapy in his hand shouted excitedly: "This is a scam, I want to return it!"
Some people angrily accused the boss: "You are a fraud, you must give us an explanation!"
Others were filled with regret, sighing constantly: "How could I be so stupid to believe your lies."
The boss was surrounded by the crowd, but there was no panic on his face. Instead, he had a sly smile on his face.
While pretending to calm everyone down, he said loudly, "Everyone, calm down and listen to me! This aromatherapy is sold at a discount of less than 1%, and according to regulations, it cannot be returned!"
"What? No returns? This is simply an unfair clause!" someone retorted angrily, his voice trembling with anger.
He was stunned by the chaotic scene. He squeezed into the crowd with great effort and asked loudly: "What is going on? Why is it so chaotic?"
His voice was full of confusion and anxiety, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes scanned back and forth among everyone, desperately hoping that someone could give him an answer.
At this time, someone nearby said, "The boss has been replaced a long time ago. The last master who set up a stall to sell aromatherapy quit automatically because he didn't set up a stall for 3 days."
Eric said angrily, "So you took advantage of the fact that the master was not at the stall and you grabbed the stall. Then you acted petty and sold dog meat under the guise of selling mutton. You continued to sell this inferior aromatherapy by taking advantage of the master's popularity! If you don't return the goods, I will complain to the alliance and make you receive the punishment you deserve!"
When the boss heard this, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pretended to be calm and said, "Sir, you really can't return it. This is the rule. I can't do anything about it."